RHYME? 
AND REASON? 




Ul-ON A KATTLEMKNT 



[See p. 30. 



RHYME? 
AND REASON? 



LEWIS CARROLUJ^Ao.^.^^ 



fc O-t^l^/ .S<^7U ^ C ^^lOi^Jlll^ jL 



WITH SIXTY-FIVE ILLUSTRATIONS 

BY 

ARTHUR B. FROST 

AND NINE 

BY 

HENRY HOLIDAY 



31 i)abc Ijati nor rf)gmc nor reason 



MACMILLAN AND CO. 

1884. 



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JUL 1 7 1942 



Inscriljcir io a kar C^ilh: 

lit Jiumorg of ^oliitn summrr ^ours 

anit toljispfrs of a samnur Btn. 



Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task, 

Eager she wields her spade : yet loves as well 
Rest on a friendly knee, intent to ask 
The tale one loves to tell. 



Rude scoffer of the seething^ outer strife, 

Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright. 
Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life, 
Empty of all delight ! 



Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy 
Heaits that by wiser talk are unbeguiled ; 
Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy. 
The heart-love of a child ! 



Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more 1 
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy day 
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore 
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze ! 



[Of the followirg poems, Echoes, A Game of Fives, 
the last three of tlie Four Riddles, and Fame's Penny- 
Trl:mpet, are here published lor the first time. The 
others have ail appeared before, as have also the illustra- 
tions to The Hunting of the Snark.I 



CONTENTS. 



Phantasmagoria, in Seven Cantos: — 

I. K\}c ^rgstgng ' i 

II. I^gs J^fac i^ulcs lo 

III. ^carmogcs i8 

IV. I^gs i^ourgturc 26 

V. iBgckrrmrnt 34 

VI. HDgscomfgturc 44 

VII. ^atJ <Soufarnaimcc 53 

Echoes 58 

A Sea Dirge 59 

^^ erarpfttc Itnggfjtc 64 

Hiawatha's Photographing 66 

Melancholetta 78 

A Valentine 84 

The Three Voices : — 

^f)c JFtrst Uoirc 87 

Zi}t Sttonti "Bakt 98 

Z^t C!)trtr 'Bain 109 



XII CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

T^MA Con Variazioni iiS 

A Game of Fives 120 

POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR I23 

The Hunting of the wSnark, an Agony in Eight Fits: — 

I. The Landing 134 

II. The Bellman's Speech 142 

HI. The Baker's Tale 148 

IV. The Huinting 153 

V. The Beaver's Lesson 159 

VI. The Barrister's Dream 167 

VII. The Banker's Fate 173 

VIII. The Vanishing 177 

Size and Tears 181 

Atalanta in Camden Town 186 

The Lang Coortin' 190 

Four Riddles 202 

Fame's Penny-Trumpet 211 



PHANTASMAGORIA. 



CANTO I. 

One winter night, at half-past nine, 

Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy 
I had come home, too late to dine, 
And supper, with cigars and wine, 
Was waiting in the study. 

There was a strangeness in the room, 

And Something white and wavy 
Was standing near me in the gloom — 
/ took it for the carpet-broom 
Left by that careless slavey. 



PHANTASMA GORIA. 




But presently the Thing began 

To shiver and to sneeze : 
On which I said " Come, come, my man ! 
That 's a most inconsiderate plan. 

Less noise there, if you please ! " 



THE TRYSTYNG. 

*' I 've caught a cold," the Thing replies, 
"Out there upon the landing." 

I turned to look in some surprise, 

And there, before my very eyes, 
A little Ghost was standing ! 

He trembled when he caught my eye, 

And got behind a chair. 
" How came you here," I said, " and why ? 
I never saw a thing so shy. 

Come out ! Don't shiver there ! " 

He said "I'd gladly tell you how, 

And also tell you why; 
But " (here he gave a little bow) 
"You're in so bad a temper now, 

You'd think it all a lie. 

"And as to being in a fright. 

Allow me to remark 
That Ghosts have just as good a right, 
In every way, to fear the light, 

As Men to fear the dark." 



PHANTASM A GORIA. 

" No plea," said I, " can well excuse 

Such cowardice in you : 
For Ghosts can visit when they choose. 
Whereas we Humans ca'n't refuse 

To grant the interview." 

He said " A flutter of alarm 

Is not unnatural, is it ? 
I really feared you meant some harm ; 
But, now I see that you are calm, 

Let me explain my visit. 

" Houses are classed, I beg to state, 

According to the number 
Of Ghosts that they accommodate : 
(The Tenant merely counts as lueight, 

With Coals and other lumber). 

"This is a 'one-ghost' house, and you 

When you arrived last summer, 
May have remarked a Spectre who 
Was doing all that Ghosts can do 
To welcome the new-comer. 



THE TRYSTYNG, 

" In Villas this is always done — 

However cheaply rented : 
For, though of course there 's less of fun 
When there is only room for one, 

Ghosts have to be contented. 

'* That Spectre left you on the Third — 

Since then you 've not been haunted : 
For, as he never sent us word, 
'Twas quite by accident we heard 
That any one wns wanted. 

" A Spectre has first choice, by right. 

In filling up a vacancy ; 
Then Phantom, Goblin, Elf, and Sprite — 
If all these fail them, they invite 

The nicest Ghoul that they can see. 

"The Spectres said the place was low. 

And that you kept bad wine : 
So, as a Phantom had to go. 
And I was first, of course, you know, 
I couldn't well decline." 



PHANTASM A GOKIA. 

*' No doubt," said I, " they settled who 

Was fittest to be sent : 
Yet still to choose a brat like you, 
To haunt a man of forty-two. 

Was no great compliment ! " 

" I 'm not so young, Sir," he replied, 

As you might think. The fact is, 
In caverns by the water-side, 
And other places that I 've tried, 
I've had a lot of practice : 

" But I have never taken yet 

A strict domestic part, 
And in my flurry I forget 
The Five Good Rules of Eti(iuette 

We have to know by heart." 

My sympathies were warming fast 

Towards the little fellow : 
He was so utterly aghast 
At having found a Man at last, 

And looked so scared and yellow. 




'IN CAVliRNb liV THli WATER-SIDE ' 



PBANTA SMA GORIA 

" At least," I said, '• I 'm glad to find 

A Ghost is not a dumb thing ! 
But pray sit down : )ou '11 feel inclined 
(If, like myself, you have not dined) 
To take a snack of something : 

" Though, certainly, you don't api)ear 

A thing to offer food to ! 
And then I shall he glad to hear — 
If you will say them loud and clear — 

The Rules that you allude to." 

"Thanks! You shall hear them by and by 

This is a piece of luck ! " 
" What may I offer you ? " said I. 
" Well, since you are so kind, I '11 try 

A little bit of duck. 

*' One slice ! And may I ask you for 

Another drop of gravy ? " 
I sat and looked at him in awe, 
For certainly I never saw 

A thing so white and wavy. 



THE TRVSTYNG, 




And still he seemed to grow more white, 
More vapoury, and wavier — 

Seen in the dim and flickering light. 

As he proceeded to recite 

His " Maxims of Behaviour." 



CANTO 11. 

"My First — but don't suppose," he said, 

" I 'm setting you a riddle — - 
Is— if your Victim be in bed, 
Don't touch the curtains at his head, 
But take them in the middle, 

"And wave them slowly in and out. 

While drawing them asunder ; 
And in a minute's time, no doubt, 
He'll raise his head and look about 
With eyes of wrath and wonder. 

"And here you must on no pretence 
Make the first observation. 

Wait for the Victim to commence; 

No Ghost of any common sense 
Begins a conversation. 



HYS FYVE RULES. 



"If he should say ' Hoiu came yon here ? 

(The way that you began, Sir,) 
In such a case your course is clear— 
' On the bafs back, my little dear ! ' 

Is the appropriate answer. 



"If after this he says no more, 

You'd best perhaps curtail your 
Exertions — go and shake the door, 
And then, if he begins to snore, 

You '11 know the thing 's a failure. 



^2 PHANTASMAGORIA. 

*'By day, if he should be alone — 

At home or on a walk^ 
You merely give a hollow groan, 
To indicate the kind of tone 
In which you mean to talk. 

' But if you find him with his friends, 

The thing is rather harder. 
In such a case success depends 
On picking up some candle-ends, 
Or butter, in the larder. 

"With this you make a kind of slid 3 

(It answers best with suet), 
On which you must contrive to glide. 
And swing yourself from side to side- 
One soon learns how to do it. 

"The Second tells us what is right 

In ceremonious calls : — 
'•First hum a blue or ai^nson li'g/ir' 
(A thing I quite forgot to-night), 

' T/ie?i scratch the door or ivalls.^ " 




'and swing yourself from side to side 



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PHANTASM A GORIA. 

1 said " You '11 visit here no more, 

If you attempt the Guy. 
I'll have no bonfires on my floor — 
And, as for scratching at the door, 

I 'd like to see you try ! " 

"The Third was written to protect 

The interests of the Victin:, 
And tells us, as I recollect, 
To treat him with a grave respect. 

And not to contradict him'' 

"That's plain," said I, "as Tare and Tret, 

To any comprehension : 
I only wish some Ghosts I 've met 
Would not so constantly forget 

The maxim that you mention ! " 

"Perhaps," he said, ^'- you first transgressed 

The laws of hospitality : 
All Ghosts instinctively detest 
The Man that fails to treat his gues": 

With proper cordiality. 



HYS FYVE RULES. 



15 




" If you address a Ghost as ' Thing ! ' 

Or strike him with a hatchet, 
He is permitted by the King 
To drop all formal parleying — 

And then you 're sure to catch it J 



I 6 PHA NT ASM A GORIA. 

'The Fourth prohibits trespassing 

Where other Ghosts are quartered : 
And those convicted of the thing 
(l^iiless when pardoned by the King) 
Must instantly be slaughtered. 

"That simply means 'be cut up small': 

Ghosts soon unite anew : 
The process scarcely hurts at all — 
Not more than when yon 're what you call 

' Cut up ' by a Review. 

"The Fifth is one you may prefer 
That I should quote entire : — 

The King vinst be addressed as ' Sir' 

T/iis, from a simple courtier. 
Is all the Laws reqnire : 

" Biit^ should you luish to do the thing 

With out-and-out politeness. 
Accost him as 'My Goblin King I' 
And always use, in ans7C'eri?ig, 

The phrase ' Your Royal Whiteness P 



HYS FYVE RULES. 



17 



" I 'm getting rather hoarse, I fear, 

After so much reciting : 
So, if you don't object, my dear, 
We '11 try a glass of bitter beer — 
I think it looks inviting." 




CANTO III. 

" And did you really walk," said I, 
''On such a wretched night? 

I always fancied Ghosts could fly — 

If not exactly in the sky, 
Yet at a fairish height." 

"It's very well," said he, "for Kings 

To soar above the earth : 
But Phantoms often find that wings- 
Like many other pleasant things- 
Cost more than they are worth. 

" Spectres of course are rich, and so 

Can buy them from the Elves : 
But 7ve prefer to keep below — 
They're stupid company, you know, 
For anv but themselves : 



SCARMOGES. 



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*' For, though they claim to be exempt 
From pride, they treat a Phantom 
As something quite beneath contempt- - 
Just as no Turkey ever dreamt 
Of noticins^ a Bantam." 



2 O PHANTASM A GORIA. 

''They seem too proud/' soid I, "to go 

To houses such as mine. 
Pray, hov\^ did they contrive to know 
So quickly that ' the place was \ow/ 
And that I ' kept bad wine ' ? " 

" Inspector Kobold came to you — " 

The little Ghost began. 
Here I broke in — "Inspector who? 
Inspecting Ghosts is something new ! 

Explain yourself, my man ! " 

"His name is Kobold," said my guest: 

" One of tlie Spectre order : 
You '11 very often see hmi dressed 
In a yellow gown, a crimson vest, 
And a night-cap with a border. 

" He tried the Brocken business first. 

But caught a sort of chill ; 
So came to England to be nursed. 
And here it took the form of tliirsf, 
Which he complains of still. 




AND HERlt IT TOOK THF FO • M OF THIRS7 



2 2 PHA NTA SMA GORIA. 

" Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound, 

Warms his old bones hke nectar : 
And as the inns, wliere it is found, 
Are his especial hunting-ground, 

We call him the Inn-Spectre'' 

I bore it — bore it like a man — 

This agonizing witticism ! 
And nothing could be sweeter than 
My temper, till the Ghost began 

Some most provoking criticism. 

*' Coo';s need not be indulged in wastes 
Yet still yo:i 'd better teach them 

Dishes should have some sort of taste. 

Pray, why are all tlie cruets placed 
Where nobody can reach them ? 

" That man of yours will never earn 

His living as a waiter ! 
Is that queer thing supposed to burn ? 
(It 's far too dismal a concern 

To call a Moderator). 



SCARMOGES. 

"The duck was tender, but the peas 

Were very much too old : 
And just remember, if you please, 
The next time you have toasted cheese, 

Don't let them send it cold. 

"You'd find the bread improved, I think. 

By getting better flour : 
And have you anything to drink 
That looks a little less like ink. 

And isn't quite so sour ? " 

Then, peering round with curious eyes, 

He muttered " Goodness gracious ! " 
And so went on to criticise — 
" Your room 's an inconvenient size : 
It 's neither snug nor spacious. 

"That narrow window, I expect. 

Serves but to let the dusk in — " 

-' But please," said I, " to recollect 

'Twas fashioned by an architect 

Who pinned his faith on Ruskin ! " 



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24 



PHANTASMA GORIA. 

" I don't care who he was, Sir, or 
On whom he pinned his faith ! 

Constructed by whatever law, 

So poor a job I never saw, 
As I 'm a Uving Wraith ! 

" What a re-markable cigar ! 

How much are they a dozen?" 
I growled " No matter what they are 1 
You 're getting as familiar 

As if you were my cousin ! 

" Now that 's a thing / will not stand, 

And so I tell you flat." 
*' Aha," said he, " we 're getting grand ! " 
(Taking a bottle in his hand) 

"I'll soon arrange for that!'' 

And here he took a careful aim. 

And gaily cried ''Here goes!" 
I tried to dodge it as it came. 
But somehow caught it, all the same. 
Exactly on my nose. 



SCARMOGES. 2 ^ 

And I remember nothing more 

That I can clearly fix, 
Till I was sittmg on the floor, 
Repeating *' Two and five are four^ 

But five and two are six." 

What really passed I never learnedj 

Nor guessed : I only know 
That, when at last my sense returned. 
The lamp, neglected, dimly burned — 

The fire was getting low — 

Through driving mists I seemed to see 
A Thing that smirked and smiled: 

And found that he was giving me 

A lesson in Biography, 
As if I were a child. 




Oh, when I was a little Ghost, 
A merry time had we ! 
j^ Each seated on his favourite post, 
,^ We chumped and chawed the buttered 
toast 
They gave us for our tea." 

^3^^ <'That story is in print!" I cried= 
Don't say it 's not, because 



HYS NOURYTURE. 

It 's known as well as Bradshaw's Guide ! " 
(The Ghost uneasily replied 
He hardly thought it was). 

"It's not in Nursery Rhymes? And yet 

I almost think it is — 
' Three little Ghosteses ' were set 
' On posteses,' you know, and ate 

Their ' buttered toasteses.' 

" I have the book ; so, if you doubt it — " 

I turned to search the shelf. 
"Don't slir ! " he cried. "We'll do without it 
I now remember all about it ; 

I wrote the thing myself 

" It came out in a ' Monthly,' or 

At least my agent said it did : 
Some literary swell, who saw 
It, thought it seemed adapted for 

The Magazine he edited. 

" My father was a Brownie, Sir ; 
My mother was a Fairy. 



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2 8 PHANTASM A GORIA . 

The notion had occurred to her, 
The children would be happier, 
If they were taught to vary. 

*'The notion soon became a craze; 

And, when it once began, she 
Brought us all out in different ways — 
One was a Pixy, two were Fays, 

Another was a Banshee; 

'* The Fetch and Kelpie went to school, 

And gave a lot of trouble ; 
Next came a Poltergeist and Ghoul, 
And then two Trolls (which broke the rule), 

A Goblin, and a Double — 

" (If that 's a snuff-box on the shelf," 

He added with a yawn, 
" I '11 take a pinch) — next came an Elf, 
And then a Phantom (that's myself), 

And last, a Leprechaun. 

"One day, some Spectres chanced to call, 
Dressed in the usual white : 



IfVS NOURYTUKE. 



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I stood and watched them in 
the hall, 
And couldn't make them out at all, 
They seemed so strange a sight c 

wondered what on earth they were. 
That looked all head and sack ; 
Mother told me not to stare, 
then she twitched me by the hair, 
And punched me in the back. 

Since then I 've often wished that I 
Had been a Spectre born, 
what's the use?" (He heaved a 
sigh). 
" They are the ghost-nobility, 
And look on us with scorn. 

" My phantom-life was soon begun : 

When I was barely six, 
I went out with an older one — 
And just at first I thought it fun, 
rT And learned a lot of tricks. 



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PHANTASMA GORIA. 

" I 've haunted dungeons, castles, towers — 

Wherever I was sent : 
I 've often sat and howled for hours. 
Drenched to the skin with driving showers, 

Upon a battlement. 

" It 's quite old-fashioned now to groan 

When you begin to speak: 
This is the newest thing in tone — " 
And here (it chilled me to the bone) 

He gave an awful squeak. 

" Perhaps," he added, " to your ear 

That sounds an easy thing? 
Try it yourself, my little dear! 
It took me something like a year, 

With constant practising. 

" And when you 've learned to squeak, my man 

And caught the double sob, 
You 're pretty much where you began : 
Just try and gibber if you can ! 

That's something like a job ! 



H YS NO UK VTURE. 

" / ^ve tried it, and can only say 

I 'm sure you couldn't do it, e- 
ven if you practised night and day. 
Unless you have a turn that way, 
And natural ingenuity. 

" Shakspeare I think it is who treats 

Of Ghosts, in days of old, 
Who ' gibbered in the Roman streets,' 
Dressed, if you recollect, in sheets — 

They must have found it cold. 

" I 've often spent ten pounds on stuff, 

In dressing as a Double; 
But, though it answers as a puff, 
It never has effect enough 

To make it worth the trouble. 

*' Long bills soon quenched the little thirst 

I had for being funny. 
The setting-up is always worst : 
Such heaps of things you want at first. 

One must be made of money ! 



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PHANTASiMA GOKIA, 




" For instance, take a Haunted Tower, 
With skill], cross-bones, and sheet ; 
Blue lights to burn (say) two an hour, 
Condensing lens of extra power, 
And set of chains complete : 



" What with the things you have to hire- 

The fitting on the robe — 
And testing all the coloured fire — 



HYS NOUKYTURE. 

The outfit of itself would tire 
The patience of a Job ! 

" And then they 're so fastidious, 

The Haunted-House Committee : 
I 've often known them make a fuss 
Because a Ghost was French, or Russ, 
Or even from the City ! 

'' Some dialects are objected to — 

For one, the Irish brogue is : 

And then, for all you have to do, 

One pound a week they offer you. 

And find yourself in Bogies ! " 



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CANTO V. 

" Don't they consult the ' Victims,' though ? 

i said. " They should, by rights, 
Give them a chance — because, you V^novvj 
The tastes of people differ so, 

Especially in Sprites." 

The Phantom shook his head and smiled. 

" Consult them ? Not a bit ! 
'Twould be a job to drive one wild. 
To satisfy one single child — 

There 'd be no end to it ! " 

" Of course you can't leave children free," 

Said I, "to pick and choose : 
But, in the case of men like me, 
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be 
Allowed to slate his views." 



BYCKERMENT. 35 

He said " It really wouldn't pay — 

Folk are so full of fancies. 
We visit for a single day, 
And whether then we go, or stay, 

Depends on circumstances. 

" And, though we don't consult * Mine Host 

Before the thing 's arranged, 
Still, if he often quits his post, 
Or is not a well-mannered Ghost, 

Then you can have him changed. 

'' But if the host's a man like you — 

I mean a man of sense ; 
And if the house is not too new — '' 
"Why, what has that,'' said I, "to do 

With Ghost's convenience ? " 

" A new house does not suit, you know — 

It's such a job to trim it : 
But, after twenty years or so, 
The wainscolings begin to go. 

So twenty is the limit." 



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PHANTASM A GORIA. 

"To trim" was not a phrase I could 

Remember having heard : 
*' Perhaps," I said, " you 11 be so good 
As tell me what is understood 

Exactly by that word ? " 




" It means the loosening all the doors," 

The Ghost replied, and laughed: 
" It means the drilling holes by scores 
In all the skirting-boards and floors, 
To make a thorough draught. 



BYCKERMENT. 

*' You '11 sometimes find that one or two 

Are all you really need 
To bt the wind come whistling through— 
But here there '11 be a lot to do ! " 

I faintly gasped " Indeed ! 

" If I 'd been rather later, I '11 

Be bound," I added, trying 
(Most unsuccessfully) to smile, 
" You 'd have been busy all this while, 
Trimming and beautifying ? " 

"Why, no," said he; ''perhaps I should 
Have stayed another minute — 

But still no Ghost, that 's any good, 

Without an introduction would 
Have ventured to begin it. 

"The proper thing, as you were late, 

Was certainly to go : 
But, with the roads in such a state, 
I got the Knight-Mayor's leave to wait 

For half an hour or so." 



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PHA NTASMA GORIA. 

"Who's the Knight-Mayor ? " I cried. Instead 

Of answering my question, 
'' Well ! If you don't know that;' he said, 
" Either you never go to bed, 

Or you've a grand digestion ! 

" He goes about and sits on folk 

That eat too much at night : 
His duties are to pinch, and poke, 
And squeeze them till they nearly choke." 

(I said " It serves them right ! " ) 

" And folk that sup on things like these — " 

He muttered, " eggs and bacon — 
Lobster — and duck — and toasted cheese — 
If they don't get an awful squeeze, 
I 'm very much mistaken ! 

" He is immensely fat, and so 

Well suits the occupation : 
In point of fact, if you must know, 
We used to call him, years ago, 

TJie Mayor and Corporation I 




HE GOES ABOUT AND SITS ON FOLK. 



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PHANTASM A GORlA. 



" The day he was elected Mayor 

I know that every Sprite meant 
To vote for me, but did not dare — 
He was so frantic with despair 
And furious with excitement. 




''When it was over, for a whim, 

He ran to tell the King ; 
And being the reverse of slim. 



BYCKERMENT. 4 1 

A two-mile trot was not for him 
.A very easy thing. 

"So, to reward him for his run 

(As it was baking hot, 
And he was over twenty stone). 
The King proceeded, half in fun. 

To knight him on the spot." 

" 'Twas a great liberty to take ! " 

(I fired up like a rocket). 
"He did it just for punning's sake: 
'The man,' says Johnson, 'that would make 

A pun, would pick a pocket ! ' " 

" A man," said he, " is not a King." 

I argued for a while, 
And did my best to prove the thing— 
The Phantom merely listening 

With a contemptuous smile. 

At last, when, breath and patience spent, 

I had recourse to smoking — 
"Your aim,'' he said, "is excellent: 

G 



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PHANTASMA GOKIA. 



But — when you call it argument — 
Of course you're only joking? 




Stung by bis cold and snaky eye, 

I roused myself at length 
To say '' At least I do defy 
The veriest sceptic to deny 
That union is strength ! " 



BYCKERMENT. 

"That's true enough," said he, '*yet stay — " 

I listened in all meekness — 
" Union is strength, I 'm bound to say ; 
In fact, the thing 's as clear as day ; 

But onions — are a weakness." 



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CANTO VI. 

As one who strives a hill to climb, 

Who never climbed before ; 
Who finds it, in a little time, 
Grow every moment less sublime, 

And votes the thing a bore : 

Yet, having once begun to try. 

Dares not desert his quest, 
But, climbing, ever keeps his eye 
On one small hut against the sky, 

Wherein he hopes to rest : 

Who climbs till nerve and force are spent, 
With many a puff and pant ; 

Who still, as rises the ascent, 

In language grows more violent. 

Although in breath more scant : 



DYSCOMFYTURE. 



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Who, climbing, gains at length the place 
That crowns the upward track ; 

And, entering with unsteady pace, 

Receives a buffet in the face 

That lands him on his back : 

And feels himself, like one in sleep, 

Glide swiftly down again, 
A helpless weight, from steep to steep, 
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep, 

He drops upon the jjlain — 

So I, that had resolved to bring 

Conviction to a ghost, 
And found it quite a different thing 
From any human arguing, 

Yet dared not quit my post : 



46 PHANTASMAGORIA. 

But, keeping still the end in view 

To which I hoped to come, 
I strove to prove the matter true 
By putting everything I knew 
Into an axiom : 

Commencing every single phrase 
With 'therefore' or 'because,' 

I blindly reeled, a hundred ways, 

About the syllogistic maze, 

Unconscious where I was. 

Quoth he "That's regular clap-trap: 
Don't bluster any more. 

Now do be cool and take a nap ! 

Such a ridiculous old chap 
Was never seen before ! 

You 're like a man I used to meet, 
Who got one day so furious 
In arguing, the simple heat 
Scorched both his slippers off his feet ! " 
I said ''That's very curious!'' 




SCORCHED BOTH HIS SLIPPERS OFK HIS FEET ' 



4 8 PHA NT A SMA GOKIA. 

" Well, it is curious, I agree, 

And sounds perhaps like fibs ; 
But still it 's true as true can be — ■ 
As sure as your name 's Tibbs," said he. 
1 said "My name's 7iot Tibbs." 

^^ Not Tibbs!" he cried — his tone became 

A shade or two less hearty — 
" Why, no," said I. " My proper name 
Is Tibbels — '* " Tibbets ? " " Aye, the same." 
*' Why, then you're not the party!'' 

With that he struck the board a blow 
That shivered half the glasses. 

" Why couldn't you have told me so 

Three quarters of an hour ago. 
You prince of all the asses ? 

" To walk four miles through mud and rain, 
To spend the night in smoking. 

And then to find that it's in vain — 

And I 've to do it all again — • 
It 's really too provoking ! 



DYSCOMFYTURE. 



49 




" Don't talk ! " he cried, as I began 

To mutter some excuse. 
"Who can have patience with a man 
That's got no more discretion than 
An idiotic goose ? 



so 



PHANTASMA GORIA. 

"To keep me waiting here, instead 

Of telling me at once 
That this was not the house ! " he said, 
'' There, that'll do— be off to bed ! 

Don't gape like that, you dunce ! 

"It's very fine to throw the blame 

On me in such a fashion 1 
Why didn't you enquire my name 
The very minute that you came?" 
I answered in a passion. 

" Of course it worries you a bit 

To come so far on foot — - 
But how was / to blame for it?" 
"Well, well!" said he. "I must admit 
That isn't badly put. 

"And certainly you've given me 

The best of wine and victual — • 
Excuse my violence," said he, 
" But accidents like this, you see, 
They put one out a little. 



D YSCOAIFYl^URE. 5 1 

" 'Twas my fault after all, I find — 

Shake hands, old Turnip-top ! " 
The name was hardly to my mind, 
But, as no doubt he meant it kind, 
I let the matter drop. 



" Good-night, old Turnip-top, good-night ! 

When I am gone, perhaps 
They'll send you some inferior Sprite, 
Who'll keep you in a constant fright 

And spoil your soundest naps. 

'' Tell him you'll stand no sort of trick ; 

Then, if he leers and chuckles, 
You just be handy with a stick 
(Mind that it's pretty hard and thick) 

And rap him on the knuckles ! 

"Then carelessly remark 'Old coon! 

Perhaps you're not aware 
That, if you don't behave, you'll soon 
Be chuckling to another tune — 

And so you'd best take care ! ' 



52 



PHANTASM A GORIA, 



"That's the right way to cure a Sprite 
Of such-like goings-on — 

But gracious me ! It's getting Hght ! 

Good-night, old Turnip-top, good-night!' 
A nod, and he was gone. 




CANTO VII. 



Sat( S)Oubmaun(f. 




"What's this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? 

Or can I have been drinking?" 
But soon a gentler feeling crept 
Upon me, and I sat and wept 

An hour or so, like winking. 



" No need for Bones to hurry so ! " 
I sobbed. " In fact, I doubt 



5 4 PHANTASM A GORIA . 

If it was worth his while to go — 
And who is Tibbs, I'd Hke to know, 
To make such work about ? 

" If Tibbs is anything like me, 

It's possible^^^ I said, 
'' He won't be over-pleased to be 
Dropped in upon at half-past three, 

After he's snug m bed. 

" And if Bones plagues him anyhow — 
Squeaking and all the rest of it, 

As he was doing here just now — 

/ prophesy there'll be a row, 

And Tibbs will have the best of it ! " 

Then, as my tears could never bring 

The friendly Phantom back, 
It seemed to me the proper thing 
To mix another glass, and sing 
The following Coronach. 

'• And art thou gone, beloved Ghost ? 
Best of Fajniliars I 




5BS WILL HAVE THE BEST OF IT " 



56 PHANTASMAGORIA. 

Nay then, farewell, my duckling roast, 
Farewell, farewell, my tea and toast, 
My meerschaufn and cigars/ 

'' The hues of life are dull and gray, 

The sweets of life insipid, 
When tliOLi, my charmer," art away — 
Old Bi'ick^ or ?-ather, let me say. 
Old Parallelepiped f 

Instead of singing Verse the Third, 

I ceased — abru[)tly, rather : 
But, after such a splendid word, 
I felt that it would be absurd 
To try it any farther. 

So with a yawn I went my way 

To seek the welcome downy, 
And slept, and dreamed till break of day 
Of Poltergeist and Fetch and Fay 

And Leprechaun and Brownie ! 

For years I've not been visited 
By any kind of Sprite ; 



SAD SOUVENAUNCE. 



57 



Yet still they echo in my head, 
Those parting words, so kindly said, 
" Old Turnip-top, good-night ! " 




ECHOES. 

Lady Clara Vere de Vere 
Was eight years old, she said : 
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. 

She took her little porringer: 
Of me she shall not win renown : 
For the baseness of its nature shall have strength tc 
drag her down. 

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid? 
There stands the Inspector at thy door : 
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two anc 
two are four," 

" Kind words are more than coronets," 
She said, and wondering looked at me : 
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry homt 
to tea." 



A SEA DIRGE. 




'^•i,^^-^^^^' 



There are certain things — as, a spider, a ghost, 
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three — 
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most 
Is a thing they call the Sea. 



6o ^ SE.A DIRGE. 

Pour some salt water over the floor — 
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be ; 
Suppose it ^extended a mile or more, 
Thafs very like the Sea. 

Beat a dog till he howls outright — 

Cruel, but all very well for a spree: 
Suppose that he did so day and night, 
That would be like the Sea. 

I had a vision of nursery-maids ; 

Tens of thousands passed by me — 
All leading children with wooden spades, 
And this was by the Sea. 

Who invented those spades of wood? 

Who was it cut them out of the tree? 
None, I think, but an idiot could — 
Or one that loved the Sea. 

It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float 

AVith ' thoughts as boundless, and souls as free 
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat, 
How do you like the Sea? 




" AND THIS WAS BY THE SEA* 



62 A SEA DIRGE. 

There is an insect that people avoid 

(Whence is derived the verb ' to flee '). 
Where have you been by it most annoyed? 
In lodgings by the Sea. 

If you like your coffee with sand for dregs, 

A decided hint of salt in your tea, 
And a fishy taste in the very eggs^ 
By all means choose the Sea. 

And if, with these dainties to drink and eat, 

You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree^ 

x\nd a chronic state of wet in your feet, 
Then^ — ^I recommend the Sea. 

For / have friends who dwell by the coast — 

Pleasant friends they are to me ! 
It is when I am with them I wonder most 
That any one likes the Sea. 

They take me a walk : though tired and stiff, 

To climb the heights I madly agree ; 
And, after a tumble or so from the cliff, 
They kindly suggest the Sea. 



A SEA DIRGE. 



63 



I try the rocks, and I think it cool 

That they laugh with such an excess of glee, 
As I heavily shp into every pool 

That skirts the cold cold Sea. 




IDf Carpctte Ikn^gbte* 

I \mbt a ^orse — a i^gjljtc goobe ^orsr — 

Je i)o^ I fubge lljose 
SMljo scoure g^ plagne git jjfab^f toursc 

®^gU sobbagne oit tlj£gte no££ 
S^IjciJ 'ggljtf^ fogtlj wuEvpcdfir force — 

^t gs — a l)orsc of tlol^es. 

I l^abe a sabbfl — *'^sg'st l^ou soe ? 

®gtl) stgrrupjjcs, 3l"29^>^*^' ^° boote? 
I sagbc not l^nt— I ansfaere "IJoc" — 

gt lachetlj £«t^, I fooote: 
gt g& a mutton-saijbcl, loe ! 

IJarle of g*^ flctcge brutf. 

I I^abe a bgttt — a rggljtc gcob bgttc — 

gis sljall hn bu\u gn Igme. 
g- jabje of ^orst gt fe^U not fgtte ; 

gis «se gs more sublgme. 
(fagu §gr, bob bcnmst ll^oit of gt ? 
|Tt gs — tl)gs bgtte of vbgme. 




I HAVE A HORSE 



HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING. 



[In an age of imitation, I can claim no special merit for 
this slight attempt at doing what is known to be so easy. 
Any fairly practised writer, with the slightest ear for rhythm, 
could compose, for hours together, in the easy running 
metre of 'The Song of Hiawatha.' Having, then, distinctly 
stated that I challenge no attention in the following little 
poem to its merely verbal jingle, I must beg the candid 
reader to confine his criticism to its treatment of the subject.] 



From his shoulder Hiawatha 
Took the camera of rosewood, 
Made of sliding, folding rosewood ; 
Neatly put it all together. 
In its case it lay compactly, 
Folded into nearly nothing ; 
But he opened out the hinges. 
Pushed and pulled the joints and hinges. 
Till it looked all squares and oblongs, 



HIAWATHA'S rHOTOCRAPHINC. 



67 



Like a complicated figure 

In tlie Second Book of Euclid. 



/^^^"-'^V^///^/^^ 




This he perched upon a tripod — 
Crouched beneath its dusky cover^ 
Stretched his hand, enforcing silence 
Said " Be motionless, I beg you ! " 
Mystic, awful was the process. 

All the family in order 
Sat before him for their pictures. 
Each in turn, as he was taken, 



68 HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING. 

Volunteered his own suggestions, 
His ingenious suggestions. 

First the Governor, the Father : 
He suggested velvet curtains 
].ooped about a massy pillar; 
And the corner of a table, 
Of a rosewood dining-table. 
He would hold a scroll of something. 
Hold it firmly in hh left-hand ; 
He would keep his right-hand buried 
(Like Napoleon) in his waistcoat ; 
He would contemplate the distance 
With a look of pensive meaning, 
As of ducks that die in tempests. 

Grand, heroic was the notion : 
Yet the picture failed entirely : 
Failed, because he moved a litde, 
Moved, because he couldn't help it. 

Next, his better half took courage ; 
She would have her picture taken. 
She came dressed beyond description, 
Dressed in jewels and in satin 
Far too gorgeous for an empress. 




'• FIRST THE GOVERNOR, THE FATHER 



70 



HIAWATHA S PHOTOGRAPHING. 

Gracefully she sat down sideways, 
With a simper scarcely human, 
Holding in her hand a bouquet 
Rather larger than a cabbage. 
All the while that she was sitting, 
Still the lady chattered, chattered. 
Like a monkey in the forest. 
"Am I sitting stiU?" she asked him. 
" Is my face enough in profile ? 
Shall I hold the bouquet higher? 
Will it come into the picture?" 
And the picture failed completely. 

Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab : 
He suggested curves of beauty, 
Curves pervading all his figure, 
Which the eye might follow onward, 
Till they centered in the breast-pin, 
Centered in the golden breast-pin. 
He had learnt it all from Ruskin 
(Author of 'The Stones of Venice,' 
* Seven Lamps of Architecture,' 
'Modern Painters,' and some others); 
And perhaps he had not fully 




NEXT THE SONj THE STUNMNG-CANTAB 



7 2 HI A WA THA'S PHOTOGRAPHING. 

Understood his author's meaning ; 
But, whatever was the reason, 
All was fruitless, as the picture 
Ended in an utter failure. 

Next to him the eldest daughter : 
She suggested very little, 
Only asked if he would take her 
With her look of ' passive beauty.' 

Her idea of passive beauty 
Was a squinting of the left-eye, 
Was a drooping of the right-eye, 
Was a smile that went up sideways 
To the corner of the nostrils. 

Hiawatha, when she asked him. 
Took no notice of the question. 
Looked as if he hadn't heard it ; 
But, when pointedly appealed to. 
Smiled in his peculiar manner, 
Coughed and said it 'didn't matter,' 
Bit his lip and changed the subject. 

Nor in this was he mistakeUj 
As the picture failed completely. 

So in turn the other sisters. 




NEXT TO HIM THE ELDEST DAUGHTER 



74 HI A ^^^ THA 'S PHO TO GRA FHING. 

Last, the youngest son was taken; 
Very rough and thick his hair was, 
Very round and red his face was, 
Very dusty was his jacket, 
Very fidgety his manner. 
And his overbearing sisters 
Called him names he disapproved of : 
Called him Johnny, ' Daddy's Darling,' 
Called him Jacky, * Scrubby School-boy. 
And, so awful was the picture, 
In comparison the others 
Seemed, to his bewildered fancy, 
To have partially succeeded. 

Finally my Hiawatha 
Tumbled all the tribe together, 
(' Grouped' is not the right expression), 
And, as happy chance would have it, 
Did at last obtain a picture 
Where the faces all succeeded : 
Each came out a perfect likeness. 

Then they joined and all abused it. 
Unrestrainedly abused it. 
As ' the worst and ugliest picture 




LAST, THE YOUNGEST SON WAS TAKEN' 



7 6 HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING. 

They could possibly have dreamed of. 
Giving one such strange expressions — 
Sullen, stupid, pert expressiors. 
Really any one would take us 
(Any one that did not know us) 
For the most unpl^^asant people ! ' 
(Hiawatha seemed to think so, 
Seemed to tlnnk it not unlikely). 
All together rang their voices, 
Angry, loud, discordant voices. 
As of dogs that howl in concert, 
As of cats that wail in choius. 
But my Hiawatha's patience. 
His politeness and his patience. 
Unaccountably had vanished. 
And he left that happy party. 
Neither did he leave them slowly, 
With the calm deliberation, 
The intense deliberation 
Of a photographic artist : 
Bu-t he left them in a hurry, 
Left them in a mighty hurry. 
Stating that he would not stand it. 



HI A WA THA 'S PHO TO GRA PHING. 



77 



Stating in emphatic language 
What he'd be before he'd stand it. 

Hurriedly he packed his box^s : 
Hurriedly the porter trundled 
On a barrow all his boxes : 
Hurriedly he took his ticket : 
Hurriedly the train received him : 
Thus departed Hiawatha. 




MELANCHOLETTA. 

With saddest music all day long 
She soothed her secret sorrow : 

At night she sighed " I fear 'twas wron 
Such cheerful words to borrow. 

Dearest, a sweeter, sadder song 
I'll sing to thee to-morrow." 

I thanked her, but I could not say- 
That I was glad to hear it : 

I left the house at break of day, 
And did not venture near it 

Till time, I hoped, had worn awa}' 
Her grief, for nought could cheer it ! 

My dismal sister ! Couldst thou know 
The wretched home thou keepest ! 




'•at night she sighed' 



8o MELANCHOLETTA. 

Thy brother, drowned in daily woe, 
Is thankful when thou sleepest ; 

For if I laugh, however low, 

When thou'rt awake, thou weepest 1 

I took my sister t'other day 

(Excuse the slang expression) 
To Sadler's Wells to see the play, 

In hopes the new^ impression 
Might in her thoughts, from grave to gay 

Effect some slight digression. 

I asked three gay young dogs from town 

To join us in our folly. 
Whose mirth, I thought, might serve to drown 

My sister's melancholy : 
The lively Jones, the sportive Brown, 

And Robinson tlie jolly. 

The maid announced the meal in tones 

That I myself had taught her. 
Meant to allay my sister's moans 

Like oil on troubled water : 



MELANCHOLE TTA . g j 

I rushed to Jones, the Hvely Jones, 
And begged him to escort her. 

Vainly he strove, witli ready wit, 

To joke about the weather — 
To ventilate the last 'on dit' — 

To quote the price of leather — 
She groaned " Here I and Sorrow sit : 

Let us lament together ! " 



I urged "You're wasting time, you kno 
Delay will spoil the venison." 

•' My heart is wasted with my woe ! 
There is no rest — in Venice, on 

The Bridge of Sighs ! " she quoted low 
From Byron and from Tennyson. 

I need not tell of soup and fish 
In solemn silence swallowed, 

The sobs that ushered in each dish, 
And its departure followed, 

Nor yet my suicidal wish 

To be the cheese I hollowed. 



vv 



82 MELANCHOLETTA. 

Some desperate attempts were made 

To start a conversation ; 
'* Madam," the sportive Brown essayed, 

"Which kind of recreation, 
Hunting or fishing, have you made 

Your special occupation ? " 

Her lips curved downwards instantly, 

As if of india-rubber. 
" Hounds in full cry I like," said she : 

(Oh how I longed to snub her !) 
'* Of fish, a whale's the one for me, 

// is so full of blubber!'' 

The night's performance was '' King John." 
"It's dull," she wept, "and so-so!" 

A while I let her tears flow on, 
She said they soothed her woe so ! 

At length the curtain rose upon 
'Bombastes Furioso.' 

In vain we roared \ in vain we tried 
To rouse her into laughter : 



MELANCHOLE TTA. 



83 



Her pensive glances wandered wide 

From orchestra to rafter — 
^^ Tier upon tie?'!'' she said, and sighed; 

And silence followed after. 




A VALENTINE. 



[Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad 
enough to see him when he came, but didn't seem to miss 
him if he stayed away.] 



And cannot pleasures, while they last 

Be actual unless, when past, 

They leave us shuddering and aghast, 

With anguish smarting? 
And cannot friends be firm and fast. 

And yet bear parting ? 

And must I then, at Friendship's call, 
Calmly resign the little all 
(Trifling, I grant, it is and small) 
I have of gladness, 



A VALENTINE. 85 

And lend my being to the thrall 
Of gloom and sadness ? 

And think you that I should be dumb, 
And full dolorum onmium^ 
Excepting when you choose to come 

And share my dinner? 
At other times be sour and glum 

And daily thinner? 

Must he then only live to weep, 

Who'd prove his friendship true and deep? 

By day a lonely shadow creep. 

At night-time languish, 
Oft raising in his broken sleep 

The moan of anguish ? 

The lover, if for certain days 
His fair one be denied his gaze. 
Sinks not in grief and wild amaze, 

But, wiser wooer, 
He spends the time in writing lays. 

And posts them to her. 



86 A VALENTIh'E. 

And if the verse flow free and fast, 
Till even the poet is aghast, 
A touching Valentine at last 

The post shall carry, 
When thirteen days are gone and past 

Of February. 

Fctrewell, dear friend, and when we meet, 
In desert waste or crowded street, 
Perhaps before this week shall fleet, 

Perhaps to-morrow, 
I trust to find you7' heart the seat 

Of wasting sorrow. 



THE THREE VOICES. 



m)t dFirst Vmt, 




^3tr 



He trilled a carol fresh and free: 
He laaghed aloud for very glee : 
There came a breeze from off the sea 



88 THE THREE VOICES. 

It passed athwart the glooming flat — 
It fanned his forehead as he sat — 
It hghtly bore away his hat, 

All to the feet of one who stood 
Like maid enchanted in a wood, 
Frowning as darkly as she could. 

With huge umbrella, lank and brown, 

Unerringly she pinned it down, 

Right through the centre of the crown. 

Then, with an aspect cold and grim, 
Regardless of its battered rim, 
She took it up and gave it him. 

A while like one in dreams he stood, 
Then faltered forth his gratitude 
In words just short of being rude : 

For it had lost its shape and shinCj 
And it had cost him four-and-nine, 
And he was going out to dine. 




UNERRINGLY SHE PINNED IT DOWN 



90 



THE THREE VOICES. 

"To dine!" she sneered in acid tone. 
*'To bend thy being to a bone 
Clothed in a radiance not its own ! " 

The tear-drop trickled to his chin : 
There was a meaning in her grin 
That made him feel on fire within. 

" Term it not ' radiance,' " said he : 
" 'Tis solid nutriment to me„ 
Dinner is Dinner: Tea is Tea." 

And she "Yea so? Yet wherefore cease? 

Let thy scant knowledge find increase. 

Say ' Men are Men, and Geese are Geese.' " 

He moaned : he knevv not what to say. 
The thought " TJiat I could get away!" 
Strove with the thought " But I must stay." 

" To dine ! " she shrieked in dragon-wrath. 
"To swallow wines all foam and froth! 
To simper at a table-cloth ! 



THE FIRST VOICE. 9 1 

'* Say, can thy noble spirit stoop 
To join the gormandising troop 
Who find a solace in the soup? 

"Canst thou desire or pie or puff? 
Thy well-bred manners were enough, 
Without such gross material stuff." 

"Yet well-bred men," he faintly said, 

" Are not unwilling to be fed : 

Nor are they well without the bread." 

Her visage scorched him ere she spoke : 
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk 
Who have no horror of a joke. 

''Such wretches live: they take their share 
Of common earth and common air: 
We come across them here and there : 

''We grant them — there is no escape — 
A sort of semi-human shape 
Suggestive of the man-like Ape." 



92 THE THREE VOICES. 

*' In all such theories," said he, 

" One fixed exception there must be : 

That is, the Present Company." 

Baffled, she gave a wolfish bark : 

He, aiming blindly in tlie dark, 

With random shaft had pierced the mark. 

She felt that her defeat was plain, 
Yet madly strove with might and main 
To get the upper hand again. 

Fixing her eyes upon the beach, 

As though unconscious of his speech, 

She said *' Each gives to more than each. 

He could not answer yea or nay : 
He faltered "Gifts may pass away." 
Yet knew not what he meant to say. 

" If that be so," she straight replied, 
** Each heart with each doth coincide. 
Vrhat boots it? For the world is wide." 




HE FALTERED ' GIFTS MAY PASS AWAY 



94 THE THREE VOICES. 

"The world is but a Thought," said he: 
" The vast unfathomable sea 
Is but a Notion — unto me." 

And darkly fell her answer dread 

Upon his unresisting head, 

I.ike half a" hundredweight of lead. 

"The Good and Great must ever shun 
That reckless and abandoned one 
Who stoops to perpetrate a pun. 

"The man that smokes — that reads the Tinies- 
That goes to Christmas Pantomimes — • 
Is capable oi any crimes!" 

He felt it was his turn to speak, 

And, with a shamed and crimson cheek, 

Moaned "This is harder than Bezique ! " 

But when she asked him "Wherefore so?" 

He felt his very whiskers glow, 

And frankly owned '* I do not know." 




'this is harder than bezique ! 



y6 THE THREE VOICES. 

While, like broad waves of golden grain, 
Or sunlit hues on cloistered pane, 
His colour came and went again. 

Pitying his obvious distress, 

Yet with a tinge of bitterness, 

She said " The More exceeds the Less." 

''A truth of such undoubted weight," 
He urged, " and so extreme in date. 
It were superfluous to state." 

Roused into sudden passion, she 

In tone of cold malignity : 

*' To others, yea : but not to thee." 

But when she saw him quail and quake. 
And when he urged " For pity's sake ! " 
Once more in gentle tone she spake. 

"Thought in the mind doth still abide: 
That is by Intellect supplied. 
And within that Idea doth hide : 



THE FIRST VOICE, 



97 



' And he, that yearns the truth to know, 
Still further invvardly may go, 
And find Idea from Notion How : 

"And thus the chain, that sages sought, 

Is to a glorious circle wrought, 

For Notion hath its source in Thought." 

So passed they on with even pace • 
Yet gradually one might trace 
A shadow growing on his face. 




THE THREE VOICES. 



€i)e 5)fcon"tJ T:Joice. 




They walked beside the wave-worn beach 
Her tongue was very apt to teach, 
And now and then he did -beseech 



She would abate her dulcet tone. 
Because the talk was all her own, 
And he was dull as any drone. 



THE SECOND VOICE. 99 

She urged "No cheese is made of chalk" : 

•» 
And ceaseless flowed her dreary talk, 

Tuned to the footfall of a walk. 

Her voice was very full and rich, 

And, when at length she asked liim "Which?" 

It mounted to its highest pitch. 

He a bewildered answer gave, 
Drowned in the sullen moaning Avave, 
Lost in the echoes of the cave. 

He answered her lie knew not what : 
Like shaft from bow at random shot, 
He spoke, but she regarded not. 

She waited not for his reply, 
But with a downward leaden eye 
Went on as if he were not by : 

Sound argument and grave defence, 

Strange questions raised on "Why?" and "Whence?' 

And wildly tangled evidence. 



lOO THE THREE VOICES. 

When he, with racked and whirling brain, 
Feebly implored her to explain, 
She simply said it all again. 

Wrenched with an agony intense, 

He spake, neglecting Sound and Sense, 

And cnreless of all consequence : 

" Mind — I believe — is Essence — Ent — ■ 
Abstract — that is — an Accident— 
Which we — that is to say — I meant—" 

When, with quick breath and cheeks all flushed, 
At length his speech was somewhat hushed, 
She looked at him, and he was crushed. 

It needed not her calm reply : 
She fixed him with a stony eye. 
And he could neither fight nor fly, 

While she dissected, word by word, 

His speech, half guessed at and half heard. 

As might a cat a little bird. 




HE SPAKIT, NEGLECTIN-, SOUND AND SENSE 



I02 THE THREE VOICES. 

Then, having wholly overthrown 

His views, and stripped them to the bone, 

Proceeded to unfold her own. 

! 

"Shall Man be Man? And shall he miss 

Of other thoughts no thought but this, 
Harmonious dews of sober bliss? 

'* What boots it ? Shall his fevered eye 
Through towering nothingness descry 
The grisly phantom hurry by? 

" And hear dumb shrieks that fill the air ; 
See mouths that gape, and eyes that stare 
And redden in the dusky glare? 

*'The meadows breathing amber light, 
The darkness toppling from the height, 
The feathery train of granite Night ? 

" Shall he, grown gray among his peers, 
Through the thick curtain of his tears 
Catch glimpses of his earlier years, 




;hai.l man be man 



I04 THE THREE VOICES. 

" And hear the sounds he knew of yore, 
Old shufflings on the sanded floor, 
Old knuckles tapping at the door ? 

''Yet still before him as he flies 
One pallid form shall ever rise, 
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes 

"The vision of a vanished good, 

Low peering through the tangled wood, 

Shall freeze the current of his blood. " 

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth 

And savage rapture, like a tooth 

She wrenched some slow reluctant truth. 

Till, like a silent water-mill, 

When summer suns have dried the rill, 

She reached a full stop, and was still. 

Dead calm succeeded to the fuss, 
As when the loaded omnibus 
Has reached the railway terminus ; 



THE SECOND VOICE. 1 05 

When, for the tumult of the street. 
Is heard the engine's stifled beat, 
The velvet tread of porters' feel. 

With glance that ever sought the ground, 
She moved her lips without a sound, 
And every now and then she frowned. 

He gazed upon the sleeping sea, 
And joyed in its tranquillity, 
And in that silence dead, but she 

To muse a little space did seem, 

Then, like the echo of a dream. 

Harped back upon her threadbare theme. 

■Still an attentive ear he lent 

But could not fathom what she meant : 

She was not deep, nor eloquent. 

He marked the ripple on the sand : 
The even swaying of her hand 
Was all that he could understand. 

p 



I06 THE THREE VOICES. 

He saw in dreams a drawing-room, 
Where thirteen wretches sat in gloom, 
Waiting — he thought he knew for whom : 

He saw them drooping here and there, 
Each feebly huddled on a chair, 
In attitudes of blank despair: 

Oysters were not more mute than they. 
For all their brains were pumped away. 
And they had nothing more to say — 

Save one, who groaned ''Three hours are gone !" 
Who shrieked "We'll wait no longer, John! 
Tell them to set the dinner on ! " 

The vision passed : the ghosts were fled : 
He saw once more that woman dread : 
He heard once more the words she said. 

He left her, and he turned aside : 
He sat and watched the coming tide 
Across the shores so newly dried. 




" HE SAT AND WATCHED THE COMING TIDE ' 



io8 



THE THREE VOICES. 



He wondered at the waters clear, 
The breeze that whispered in his earj, 
The billows heaving far and near, 

And why he had so long preferred 

To hang upon her every word : 

**In truth," he said, "it was absurd." 




THE THREE VOICES. 



109 



i!H)f vJTljirti Vmt. 




Not long this transport held Its place : 

Within a little ir.oment's space 

Quick tears were raining down his face. 



His heart stood still, aghast with fear; 
A wordless voice, nor far nor near, 
He seemed to hear and not to hear. 



I I O THE THREE VOICES. 

"Tears kindle not the doubtful sparL 
If so, why not? Of this remark 
The bearings are profoundly dark." 

"Her speech," he said, "hath caused this pain. 
Easier 1 count it to explain 
The jargon of the howling main, 

" Or, stretched beside some babbling brook, 
To con, with inexpressive look. 
An unintelligible book." 

Low spake the voice within his head, 
In words imagined more than said. 
Soundless as ghost's intended tread : 

"If thou art duller than before. 

Why quittedst thou the voice of lore ? 

Why not endure, expecting more?" 

"Rather than that," he groaned aghast, 
" I 'd writhe in depths of cavern vast, 
Some loathly vampire's rich repast." 




HE GROAN'FD AGHA3T " 



I I 3 THE THREE VOICES. 

"Tvvere hard," it answered, " themes immense 
To coop within the narrow fence 
That rings tliy scant intelHgence." 

'•'Not so," he urged, "nor once alone: 
But there was something in her tone 
That chilled me to the very bone. 

" Her style was anything but clear, 
And most unpleasantly severe ; 
Her epithets were very queer. 

"And yet, so grand were her replies, 
I could not choose but deem her \vise ; 
I did not dire to criticise ; 

" Nor did I leave her, till she went 

So deep in tangled argument 

That all my powers of thought were spent." 

A little whisper inly slid, 

"Yet truth is trutli : you know you did." 

A little wink benentli the lid. 



THE THII^D VOICE, 

And, sickened with excess of dread, 
Prone to the dust he bent his head, 
And lay like one three-quarters dead. 

The whisper left him— like a breeze 
Lost in the depths of leafy trees- 
Left him by no means at his ease. 

Once more he weltered in despair, 
With hands, tlirough denser-matted hair, 
More tightly clenclied than then tliey were. 

When, bathed in Dawn of living red, 
Majestic frowned the mountain head, 
*'Tell me my fault," was all he said. 

When, at high Noon, the blazing sky 
Scorched in his head each haggard eye. 
Then keenest rose his weary cry. 

And when at Eve the unpitying sun 
Smiled giimly en the solemn fun, 
''Alack," he sighed, '^ what have I done?' 

Q 




)l,B.fROS-t, 



TOKTURED, UNAIUKU, AND ALONE 



THE THIRD VOICE. I 1 

But saddest, darkest was the sight, 
When the cold grasp of leaden Night 
Dashed him to earth, and held him tighto 

Tortured, unaided, and alone. 
Thunders were silence to his groan, 
Bagpipes sweet music to its tone : 

"What? Ever thus, in dismal round. 
Shall Pain and Mystery profound 
Pursue me like a sleepless hound, 

" With crimson-dashed and eager jaws, 
Me, still in ignorance of the cause. 
Unknowing what I broke of laws?" 

The whisper to his ear did seem 
Like echoed flow of silent stream. 
Or shadow of forgotten dream, 

The whisper trembling in the wind : 
''Her fate with thine was intertwined," 
So spake it in his inner mind : 



^ *^^ --* 




' )^3.WQ^t7 



^- ^' .- ^ ^c^JW^-^ 



"a scared dullard, gibbering low" 



THE THIRD VOICE, W] 

" Each orbed on each a baleful star : 
Each proved the other's blight and bar : 
Each unto each were best, most far : 

" Yea, each to each was worse than foe : 
Thou, a scared dullard, gibbering low, 
And she, an avalanche of woe 



t 



TEMA CON VARIAZIONI 



[Why is it. that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that 
process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous to 
her sister-art Music? The Diluter gives us first a few 
notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen bars of his 
own, then a (ew more notes of the Air, and so on 
alternately : thus saving the listener, if not from all risk 
of recognising the melody at all, at least from the too- 
exciting transports which it might produce in a more 
concentrated form. The process is termed ''setting" by 
Composers, and any one, that has ever experienced the 
emotion of being unexpect.;dly set down in a heap of 
mortar, will recognise the truthfulness of this happy phrase. 
For truly, just as the genuine Epicure lingers lovingly 
over a morsel of supreme Venison — whose every fibre seems 
to murmur "Excelsior !" — yet swallows, ere returning to the 
toothsome dainty, great mouthfuls of oatmeal porridge and 
winkles: and just as the perfect Connoisseur in Claret 
permits himself but one delicate sip, and then tosses off a 
pint or more of boarding-school beer : so also 



IIQ 



I NEVER loved a dear Gazelle — 
Nor anything that cost nie much : 

High prices p?'ofit those who sell^ 

But why should I be fond of such ? 

To glad me with his soft black eye 

Afy son conies trotting home from school. 

Hes had a fghty but caiit tell why — 
He always was a little fool I 

But, when he came to know me well, 
He kicked me out, her testy Sire : 

And when I stained my hair, that Belle 
Might note the change, and thus admire 

And love me, it was sure to dye 
A muddy green or staring blue : 

While one might trace, witli half an eye, 
The still-triumphant carrot through. 



A GAME OF FIVES, 




Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One : 
Roiling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. 

Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six : 
Sitting down to lessons — no more time for tricks. 

Five growing girls, from Fifteen to Eleven : 

Music, Drawing, Languages, and food enough for seven ! 



Five winsome girls, from Twenty to Sixteen : 

Each young man that calls, I say "Now tell me which 



ycu mean 




'now tell me which you AfEAlf!" 



122 A GAME OF FIVES. 

Five dashing girls, the youngest Twenty- one: 

But, if nobody proposes, what is there to be done? 

Five showy girls — but Thirty is an age 
When girls may be engaging, but they somehow don't 
engage. 

Y'\wQ dressy girls, of Thirty-one or more : 
So gracious to the shy young men they snubbed so much 
before ! 



Five passe girls — Their age ? Well, never mind ! 

We jog along together, like the rest of human kind : 

But the quondam ''careless bachelor" begins to think 

he knows 
The answer to that ancient problem ''how the money 

goes" ! 



POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR. 




_,_-^v.-r '^/!^z^£^f}r^^ • 



How shall I be a poet? 
How shall I write in rhyme? 



124 PORTA FIT, 

You told ine once ' the very wish 

Partook of the sublime.' 
Then tell me how ! Don't put me off 

With your 'another time' !" 

The old man smiled to see him, 

To hear his sudden sally ; 
He liked the lad to speak his mind 

Enthusiastically; 
And thought "There's no hum-drum in him, 

Nor any shilly-shally." 

" And would you be a poet 
Before you've been to school? 

Ah, well ! I hardly thought you 
So absolute a fool. 

First learn to be spasmodic — 
A very simple rule, 

" For first you write a sentence, 

And then you chop it small ; 
Then mix the bits, and sort them out 

Just as they chance to fall : 



NON NASCirUR. I 2 5 

The order of the phrases makes 
No difference at all. 

"Then, if you'd be impressive, 

Remember what I say, 
That abstract qualities begin 

With capitals alway : 
The True, the Good, the Beautiful — 

Those are the things that pay ! 

" Next, when you are describing 

A shape, or sound, or tint ; 
Don't state the matter plainly, 

But put it in a hint ; 
And learn to look at all things 

With a sort of mental squint." 

"For instance, if I wished, Sir, 

Of mutton-pies to tell, 
Should I say 'dreams of fleecy flocks 

Pent in a wheaten cell ' ? " 
''Why, yes," the old man said: "that phrase 

Would answer very well. 



I 26 POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR. 

'*Then fourthly, there are epithets 

That suit with any word — 
As well as Harvey's Reading Sauce 

With fish or flesh, or bird — • 
Of these, ' wild,' ' lonely,' ' weary,* ' strange,' 

Are much to be preferred." 

"And will it do, O will it do 

To take theui in a lump — 
As * the wild man went his weary way 

To a strange and lonely pump'?" 
" Nay, nay ! You must not hastily 

To such conclusions jump. 

"Such epithets, like pepper, 

Give zest to what you write; 
And, if you strew them sparel}^, 

They whet the appetite : 
But if you lay them on too thick, 

You spoil the matter quite ! 

"Last, as to the arrangement: 

Your reader, you should show him, 




THE WILD MAN WENT HIS WEARY WAY 



128 FOETA FIT, 

Must take what information he 
Can get, and look for no im- 
mature disclosure of the drift 
And purpose of your poem. 

"Therefore, to test his patience — 
How much he can endure — 

Mention no places, names, or dates, 
And evermore be sure 

Throughout the poem to be found 
Consistently obscure. 

" First fix upon the limit ' 

To which it shall extend : 

Then fill it up with 'Padding' 
(Beg some of any friend) : 

Your great Sensation-stanza 
You place towards the end." 

"And what is a Sensation, 
Grandfather, tell me, pray? 

I think I never heard the word 
So used before to-day : 



NON NASCITUR. \ 2Q 

Be kind enough to mention one 
* Exempli gratia J " 

And the old man, looking sadly 

Across the garden-lawn, 
Where here and there a dew-drop 

Yet glittered in the dawn, 
Said "Go to the Adelphi, 

And see the ' Colleen Bawn,' 

"The word is due to Boucicault — 

The theory is his, 
Where Life becomes a Spasm, 

And History a Whiz : 
If that is not Sensation, 

I don't know what it is. 

"Now try your hand, ere Fancy 

Have lost its present glow — " 
"And then," his grandson added, 

"We'll publish it, you know: 
Green cloth — gold-lettered at the back — 

In duodecimo ! " 

s 



I ^o 



POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR. 



Then proudly smiled that old man 

To see the eager lad 
Rush madly for his pen and ink 

And for his blotting-pad — 
But, when he thought of publishing. 

His face grew stern and sad. 




THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

PREFACE. 

If — and the thing is wildly possible — the charge of 
writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of 
this brief but instructive poem, it would be based, I feel 
convinced, on the line (in p. 144) 

"Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes : " 

In view of this painful possibility, I will not (as I might) 
appeal indignantly to my other writings as a proof that I 
am incapable of such a deed : I will not (as I might) point 
to the strong moral purpose of this poem itself, to the 
arithmetical principles so cautiously inculcated in it, or to 
its noble teachings in Natural History — I will take the 
more prosaic course of simply explaining how it happened. 



132 



THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 



The Bellman, who was almost morbidly sensitive about 
appearances, used to have the bowsprit unshipped once or 
twice a week to be revarnished ; and it more than once 
happened, when the time came for replacing it, that no one 
on board could remember which end of the ship it belonged 
to. They knew it was not of the slightest use to appeal to 
the Bellman about it — he would only refer to his Naval 
Code, and read out in pathetic tones Admiralty Instructions 
which none of them had ever been able to understand — 
so it generally ended in its being fastened on, anyhow, 
across the rudder. The helmsman * used to stand by with 
tears in his eyes : he knew it was all wrong, but alas ! Rule 
42 of the Code, ^' No one shall speak to /he Man at the 
Helm^'' had been completed by the Bellman himself with 
the words " a?id the Ma7i at the Helm shall speak to no one.'' 
So remonstrance was impossible, and no steering could be 
done till the next varnishing day. During these bewildering 
intervals the ship usually sailed backwards. 

As this poem is to some extent connected with the lay of 
the Jabberwock, let me take this opportunity of answering 
a question that has often been asked me, how to pronounce 
*' slithy toves." The "i" in " slithy " is long, as in 
''writhe " ; and " toves " is pronounced so as to rhyme with 
"groves." Again, the first "o" in "borogoves" is pro- 
nounced like the "o " in "borrow." I have heard people 
try to give it the sound of the "o" in "worry." Such is 
Human Perversity. 



* This office was usually under! aken by the Boots, who found in it 
a refuge from the Baker's constant complaints about the insufficient 
blacking of his three pair of boots. 



PREFACE. 133 

This also seems a fitting occasion to notice the other 
hard words in that poem. Humpty-Dumpty's theory, of 
two meanings packed into one word like a portmanteau, 
seems to me the right explanation for all. 

For instance, take the two words "fuming" and 
''furious." Make up your mind that you will say both 
words, but leave it unsettled which you will say first. Now 
open your mouth and speak. If your thoughts incline ever 
so little towards "fuming," you will say " fuming- furious " ; 
if they turn, by even a hair's breadth, towards " furious," 
you will say " furious-fuming " ; but if you have that rarest 
of gifts, a perfectly balanced mind, you will say '• frumious." 

Supposing that, when Pistol uttered the well-known 
words — 

" Under which king, Bezoniau ? Speak or die ! " 

Justice Shallow had felt certain that it was either William or 
Richard, but had not been able to settle which, so that he 
could not possibly say either name before the other, can it 
be doubted that, rather than die, he would have gasped out 
" Rilchiam ! " 



3fit tbe Jfiret 

THE LANDING. 

" Just the place for a Snark ! " the Bellman cried, 

As he landed his crew with care ; 
Supporting each man on the top of the tide 

By ^ finger entwined in his hair. 

" Just the place for a Snark ! I have said it twice 
That alone should encourage the crew. 

Just the place for a Snark ! I have said it thrice : 
What I tell you three times is true. " 

The crew was complete : it included a Boots — ' 

A maker of Bonnets and Hoods — 
A Barrister, brought to arrange their disputes — ■ 

And a Broker, to value their goods. 




SUPPORTING EACH MAN ON THE TOP OF THE TIDE 



136 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

A Billiard-marker, whose skill was immense, 

Might perhaps have won more than his share — ■ 

But a Banker, engaged at enormous expense, 
Had the whole of their cash in his care. 

There was also a Beaver, that paced on the deck, 

Or would sit making lace in the bow : 
And had often (the Bellman said) saved them from wreck 

Though none of the sailors knew how. 

There was one who was famed for the number of things 

He forgot when he entered the ship : 
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings, 

And the clothes he had bought for the trip. 

He had forty-two boxes, all carefully packed, 

With his name painted clearly on each: 
But, since he omitted to mention the fact, 

They were all left behind on the beach. 

The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because 

He had seven coats on when he came, 
With three pair of boots — but the worst of it was, 

He had wholly forgotten his name. 




"HE HAD WHOLLY FORGOTTEN HTS NAME 



138 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

He would answer to " Hi ! " or to any loud, cry, 
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!" 

To " What-you-may-call-um ! " or " What-was-his-name 1 '' 
But especially " Thing-um-a jig ! " 

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word, 

He had different names from these : 
His intimate friends called him " Candle-ends, " 

And his enemies " Toasted-cheese. " 

" His form is ungainly — his intellect small — " 
(So the Bellman would often remark) — '' 

" But his courage is perfect ! And that, after all, 
Is the thing that one needs with a Snark." 

He would joke with hyaenas, returning their stare 

With an impudent wag of the head : 
And he once went a walk, paw-in-paw, with a bear, 

"Just to keep up its spirits," he said. 

He came as a Baker : but owned, when too late — 
And it drove the poor Bellman half-mad — 

He could only bake Bride-cake — for which, I may state, 
No materials were to be had. 



THE LANDING. I 39 

Tie last of the crew needs especial remark, 

Though he looked an incredible dunce : 
He had just one idea — ^but, that one being "Snark," 

The good Bellman engaged him at once. 

He came as a Butcher: but gravely declared, 
When the ship had been sailing a week, 

He could only kill Beavers. The Bellman looked scared, 
And was almost too frightened to speak: 

But at length he explained, in a tremulous tone, 

There was only one Beaver on board ; 
And that was a tame one he had of his own, 

Whose death would be deeply deplored. 

The Beaver, who happened to hear the remark, 

Protested, with tears in its eyes. 
That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark 

Could atone for that dismal surprise ! 

It strongly advised that the Butcher should be 

Conveyed in a separate ship : 
But the Bellman declared that would never agree 

With the plans he had made for the trip : 



THE LANDING. 14I 

Navigation was always a difficult art, 

Though with only one ship cind one bell : 

And he feared he must really decline, for his part, 
Undertaking another as well. 

The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure 

A second-hand dagger-proof coat — ■ 
So the Baker advised it — and next, to insure 

Its life in some Office of note : 

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire 

(On moderate terms), or for sale, 
Two excellent Policies, one Against Fire, 

And one Against Damage From Hail. 

Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day, 

Whenever the Butcher was by. 
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way, 

And appeared unaccountably shy. 



]fit tbe Secont), 

THE BELLMAN'S SPEECH. 

The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies — 
Such a carriage, such ease and such grace ! 

Such solemnity, too ! One could see he was wise, 
The moment one looked in his face ! 

He had bought a large map representing the sea. 

Without the least vestige of land : 
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be 

A map they could all understand. 

" What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators 

Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?" 
So the Bellman would cry : and the crew would reply 

" They are merely conventional signs ! 



THE BELLMAN'S SPEECH. 143 



LATITUDE NORTH 



EQUATOR 




Scale 0/ Miles. 

OCEAN-CHART. 



1 4^ 



THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 



" Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes ! 

But we've got our brave Captain to thank " 
(So the crew would protest) " that he's bought hs 
the best — 

A perfect and absolute blank ! " 

This was charming, no doubt : but tliey shortly found out 

That the Captain they trusted so well 
Had only one notion for crossing the ocean, 

And tliat was to tingle his bell. 

He was thoughtful and grave — but the orders he gave 

Were enough to bewilder a crew. 
When he cried "Steer to starboard, but keep her 
head larboard ' " 

What on earth was the helmsman to do? 

Then the bowsprit got mixed with the rudder sometimes: 

A thing, as the Bellman remarked, 
That frequently happens in tropical climes, 

When a vessel is, so to speak, " snarked. " 

But the principal failing occurred in the sailing, 
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed. 



THE BELLMAN'S SPEECH. 



145 



Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East, 
That the ship would not travel due West ! 

But the danger was past — they had landed at last, 
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags : 

Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view 
Which consisted of chasms and crags. 

The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low, 

And repeated in musical tone 
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe — 

But the crew would do nothing but groan. 

He served out some grog with a liberal hand, 

And bade them sit down on the beach : 
And they could not but own that their Captain 
looked grand, 

As he stood and delivered his speech. 

"Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears!" 
(They were all of them fond of quotations ; 

So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers, 
While he served out additional rations). 

u 



146 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

" We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks, 
(Four weeks to the month you may mark). 

But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks) 
Have -sve caught the least glimpse of a Snark ! 

"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days^ 

(Seven days to the week I allow), 
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze, 

We have never beheld till now ! 

" Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again 

The five unmistakable marks 
By which you may know, wheresoever you go, 

The warranted genuine Snarks. 

**Let us take them in order. The first is the taste. 

Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp : 
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist. 

With a flavour of Will-o-the-wisp. 

"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree 

That it carries too far, when I say 
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea, 

And dines on the following day. 



147 



THE BELLMAN'S SPEECH. 

"The third is its slowness in taking a jest. 

Should you happen to venture on one, 
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed: 

And it always looks grave at a pun. 

"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines, 

Which it constantly carries about, 
And beheves that they add to the beauty of scenes — ■ 

A sentiment open to doubt. 

" The fifth is ambition. It next will be right 

To describe each particular batch : 
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite, 

From those that have whiskers, and scratch. 



"For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm, 

Yet I feel it my duty to say 
Some are Boo j urns — " The Bellman broke off in alarm, 

For the Baker had fainted away. 



git tbc ^birb, 

THE BAKER'S TALE. 

Thfy roused him with muffins — they roused him with ice— 
They roused him with mustard and cress — 

They roused him with jam and judicious advice — 
They set him conundrums to guess. 

When at length he sat up and was able to speak, 

His sad story he offered to tell ; 
And the Bellman cried "Silence! Not even a shriek!" 

And excitedly tingled his bell. 

There was silence supreme ! Not a shriek, not a scream, 

Scarcely even a howl or a groan, 
As the man they called " Ho ! " told his story of woe 

In an antediluvian tone. 



THE BAKER'S 7 ALE, 1 49 

'* My father and mother were honest, though poor — " 
" Skip all that ! " cried the Bellman in haste. 

"If it once becomes dark, there's no chance of a Snark — 
We have hardly a minute to Avaste ! 

'• I skip forty years," said the Baker, in tears, 

"And proceed without further remark 
To the day when you took me aboard of your ship 

To help you in hunting the Snark. 

*' A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named) 
Remarked, when I bade him farewell — " 

" Oh, skip your dear uncle ! " the Bellman exclaimed, 
As he angrily tingled his bell. 

" He remarked to me then," said that mildest of men, 
" ' If your Snark be a Snark, that is right : 

Fetch it home by all means — you may serve it with greens 
And it's handy for striking a light. 

" ' You may seek it with thimbles — and seek it with care ; 

You may hunt it with forks and hope; 
You may threaten its life with a railway-share ; 

You may charm it with smiles and soap — ' " 



I 50 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

(" That's exactly the method," the Belhnan bold 

In a hasty parenthesis cried, 
" That's exactly the way I have always been told 

That the capture of Snarks should be tried!") 

" ' But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day. 

If your Snark be a Boojum ! For then 
You will softly and suddenly vanish away, 

And never be met with again ! ' 

'' It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul, 
When I think of my uncle's last words : 

And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl 
Brimming over with quivering curds ! 

" It is this, it is this — " " We have had that before ! '' 

The Bellman indignantly said. 
And the Baker replied "Let me say it once more. 

It is this, it is this that I dread ! 

•' I engage with the Snark — every night after dark — • 

In a dreamy delirious light : 
I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes, 

And I use it for striking a light : 




BUT OH, BRAMISH NEPHEW, BEWARE OF THE DAY" 



152 



THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

" But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day, 
In a moment (of this I am sure), 

I shall softly and suddenly vanish away — 
And the notion I cannot endure ! " 



3fit tbc Jfourtb. 

THE HUNTING. 

The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. 

" If only you'd spoken before ! 
It's excessively awkward to mention it now, 

With the Snark, so to speak, at the door ! 

" We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe. 

If you never were met with again — 
But surely, my man, when the voyage began, 

You might have suggested it then ? 

" It's excessively awkward to mention it now — 

As I think I've already remarked." 
And the man they called " Hi ! " replied, with a sigh, 

" I informed you the day we embarked. 

X 



154 



THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 



'' You may charge me with murder — or want of sense- 

(We are all of us weak at times) : 
But the slightest approach to a false pretence 

Was never among my crimes ! 

"I said it in Hebrew — I said it in Dutch — 

I said it in German and Greek : 
But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much) 

That English is what you speak !" 

*"Tis a pitiful tale," said the Bellman, whose face 

Had grown longer at every word : 
*' But, now that you've stated the whole of your case, 

More debate would be simply absurd. 

" The rest of my speech " ^he explained to his men) 
" You sliall hear when I've leisure to speak it. 

But the Snark is at hand, let me tell you again ! 
'Tis your glorious duty to seek it ! 

"To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care; 

To pursue it with forks and hope ; 
To threaten its life with a railway-share ; 

To charm it with smiles and soap ! 




" TO PURSUE IT WITH FORKS AND HOFE '* 



156 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

" For the Snark's a peculiar creature, that won't 

Be caught in a commonplace way. 
Do all that you know, and try all that you don'i : 

Not a chance must be wasted to-day ! 

" For England expects — I forbear to proceed : 

'Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite : 
And you'd best be unpacking the things that you need 

To rig yourselves out for the fight" 

Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which 
he crossed), 

And changed his loose silver for notes : 
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair, 

And shook the dust out of his coats : 

The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade — 

Each working the grindstone in turn : 
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed 

No interest in the concern : 

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride, 
And vainly proceeded to cite 



THE HUNTING. I 57 

A number of cases, in which making laces 
Had been proved an infringement of right. 



The maker of Bonnets ferociously planned 

A novel arrangement of bows : 
While the Billiard-marker with quivering hand 

Was chalking the tip of his nose. 

But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself 
fine, 

With yellow kid gloves and a ruff — 
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine, 

Which the Bellman declared was all "stuff." 

''Introduce me, now there's a good fellow/' he said, 

" If we happen to meet it together ! " 
And the Bellman, sagaciously nodding his head, 

Said "That must depend on the weather." 

The Beaver went simply galumphing about, 

At seeing the Butcher so shy : 
And even the Baker, though stupid and stout, 

Made an effort to wink with one eye. 



1^8 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

'* Be a man ! " cried the Bellman in wrath, as he heard 

The Butcher beginning to sob. 
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that desperate bird, 

We shall need all our strength for the job ! " 



Jfit tbc 3fiftb. 

THE BEA VER'S LESSON. 

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care ; 

They pursued it with forks and hope ; 
They threatened its life with a railway-share ; 

They charmed it with smiles and soap. 

Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan 

For making a separate sally ; 
And had fixed on a spot unfrequented by man, 

A dismal and desolate valley. 

But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred g 

It had chosen the very same place : 
Yet neither betrayed, by a sign or a word, 

The disgust that appeared in his face. 



1 60 't^HE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

Each thought he was thinking of nothing but "Snark" 

And the glorious work of tlie day ; 
And each tried to pretend that he did not remark 

That the other was going that way. 

But the valley grew narrow and narrower still, 
And the evening got darker and colder, 

Till (merely from nervousness, not from good will) 
They marched along shoulder to shoulder. 

Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the shuddering* sky 
And they knew that some danger was near : 

The Beaver turned pale to the t'p of its tail, 
And even the Butcher felt queer. 

He thought of his childhood, left far far behind — 

That blissful and innocent state — 
The sound so exactly recalled to his mind 

A pencil that squeaks on a slate ! 

*"Tis the voice of the Jubjub !" he suddenly cried. 

(This man, that they used to call " Dunce.") 
'As the Bellman would tell you," he added with pride, 

*' I have uttered that sentiment once. 



THE BE A VER'S LESSON. 1 6 1 

" 'Tis the note of the Jubjub ! Keep count, I entreat . 

You will find I have told it you twice. 
'Tis the song of the Jubjub ! The proof is complete, 

If only I've stated it thrice." 

The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care, 

Attending to every word : 
Bat it fairly lost heart, and outgrabe in despair, 

When the third repetition occurred. 

It felt that, in spite of all possible pains, 
It had somehow contrived to lose count, 

And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains 
By reckoning up the amount. 

'' Two added to one — if that could but be done," 
It said, "with one's fingers and thumbs!" 

Recollecting with tears how, in earlier years, 
It had taken no pains with its sums. 

" The thing can be done," said the Butcher, " I think 

The thing must be done, I am sure. 
The thing shall be done ! Bring me paper and ink, 

The best there is time to procure." 

Y 



l62 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens, 

And ink in unfaih'ng suppUes : 
While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens, 

And watched them with wondering eyes. 

So engrossed was the Butcher, he heeded them not, 
As he wrote with a pen in each hand, 

And explained all the while in a popular style 
Which the Beaver could well understand. 

"Taking Three as the subject to reason about — • 

A convenient number to state — 
We add Seven, and Ten, and then multiply out 

By One Thousand diminished by Eight. 

"The result we proceed to divide, as you see, 
By Nine Hundred and Ninety and Two : 

Then subtract Seventeen, and the answer must be 
Exactly and perfectly true. 

''The method employed I would gladly explain, 

While I have it so clear in my head, 
If I had but the time and you had but the brain — 

But much yet remains to be said. 




'THK BEAVER BROUGHT PAPER, PORTFOLIO, PENs" 



1 64 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

" In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been 

Enveloped in absolute mystery, 
And without extra charge I will give you at large 

A Lesson in Natural History." 

In his genial way he proceeded to say 

(Forgetting all laws of propriety, 
And that giving instruction, without introduction, 

Would have caused quite a thrill in Society), 

" As to temper the Jubjub's a desperate bird, 

Since it lives in perpetual passion : 
Its taste in costume is entirely absurd — 

It is ages ahead of the fashion : 

" But it knows any friend it has met once before : 

It never will look at a bribe : 
And in charity-meetings it stands at the door, 

And collects — though it does not subscribe. 

** Its flavour when cooked is more exquisite far 

Than mutton, or oysters, or eggs : 
(Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar, 

And some, in mahogany kegs:) 



THE BEAVER'S LESSON. I 65 

* You boil it in sawdust : you salt it in glue : 

You condense it with locusts and tape : 
Still keeping one principal object in view — 

To preserve its symmetrical shape." 

The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day, 

But he felt that the Lesson must end, 
And he wept with delight in attempting to say 

He considered the Beaver his friend : 

While the Beaver confessed, with afifectio-nate looks 

More eloquent even than tears, 
It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books 

Would have taught it in seventy years. 

They returned hand-in- hand, and the Bellman, unmanned 

(For a moment) with noble emotion, 
Said "This amply repays all the wearisome days 

We have spent on the billowy ocean ! " 

Such friends, as the Beaver and Butcher became, 

Have seldom if ever been known ; 
In winter or summer, 'twas always the same — 

You could never, meet either alone. 



l66 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK 

And when quarrels arose— as one frequently finds 
Quarrels will, spite of every endeavour — 

The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds, 
And cemented their friendship for ever! 



3fit tbe Siytb. 

THE BARRISTER'S DREAM. 

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care ; 

They pursued it with forks and hope ; 
They threatened its Hfe with a railway-share; 

They charmed it with smiles and soap. 

But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain 
That the Beaver's lace-raaking was wrong, 

Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain 
That his fancy had dwelt on so long. 

He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court, 
Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye, 

Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig 
On the charge of deserting its sty. 



THE BARRISTER'S DREAM, 1 69 

The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw, 

That the sty was deserted when found : 
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law 

In a soft under-current of sound. 

The indictment had never been clearly expressed, 
And it seemed that the Saark had begun. 

And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed 
What the pig was supposed to have done. 

The Jury had each formed a different view 

(Long before the indictment was read). 
And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew 

One word that the others had said. 

*'You must know — "said the Judge : but the Snark 
exclaimed " Fudge ! 

That statute is obsolete quite ! 
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends 

On an ancient manorial right. 

" In the matter of Treason the pig would appear 
To have aided, but scarcely abetted : 

z 



I 70 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

While the charge of Insolvency fails, it is clear, 
If you grant the plea 'never indebted' 

The fact of Desertion I will not dispute : 
But its guilt, as I trust, is removed 
(So far as relates to the costs of this suit) 
By the Alibi which has been proved. 

*' My poor client's fate now depends on your votes." 
Here the speaker sat down in his place, 

And directed the Judge to refer to his notes. 
And briefly to sum up the case. 

But the Judge said he never had summed up before ; 

So the Snark undertook it instead, 
And summed it so well that it came to far more 

Than the Witnesses ever had said ! 

When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined, 
As the word was so puzzling to spell ; 

But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn't 
mind 
Undertaking that duty as well. 



THE BARRISTER'S DREAM. I 7 I 

So the Snark found the verdict, although, as it owned, 

It was spent with the toils of the day : 
When it said the word " GUILTY 1 " the Jury all groaned 

And some of them fainted away. 

Then the Snark pronounced sentence, the Judge 
being quite 

Too nervous to utter a word : 
When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night, 

And the fall of a pin might be heard. 

*' Transportation for life" was the sentence it gave, 

"And then to be fined forty pound." 
The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he feared 

That the phrase was not legally sound. 

But their wild exultation was suddenly checked 
When the jailer informed them, with tears. 

Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect. 
As the pig had been dead for some years. 

The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted: 
But the Snark, though a little aghast, 



172 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted, 
Went bellowing on to the last. 

Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the bellowing seemed 

To grow every moment more clear : 

Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell, 

Which the Bellman rang close at his ear. 



fit the Scvcntb. 

THE BANKER'S FA TE. 

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; 

They pursued it with forks and hope ; 
They threatened its life with a railway-share; 

They charmed it with smiles and soap. 

And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new 

It was matter for general remark. 
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view 

In his zeal to discover the Snark. 

But while he was seeking with thimbles and care, 

A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh 
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair, 

For he knew it was useless to fly. 



1 74 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

He offered large discount— he offered a cheque 
(Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten: 

But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck 
And grabbed at the Banker again. 

Without rest or pause — while those frumious jaws 

Went savagely snapping around — 
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped, 

Till fainting he fell to the ground. 

The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared 

Led on by that fear-stricken yell : 
And the Bellman remarked " It is just as I feared ! '* 

And solemnly tolled on his bell. 

He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace 
The least likeness to what he had been : 

While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned 
white — 
A wonderful thing to be seen ! 

To the horror of all who were present that day, 
He uprose in full evening dress, 



I 76 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say 
What his tongue could no longer express. 

Down he sank in a chair — ran his hands through his 
hair — 

And chanted in mimsiest tones 
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity, 

While he rattled a couple of bones. 

" Leave him here to his fate — it is getting so late ! " 

The Bellman exclaimed in a fright. 
" We have lost half the day. Any further delay, 

And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night ! " 



]fit tbe jeiQbtb, 

THE VANISHING. 

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care ; 

They pursued it with forks, and hope ; 
They threatened its Hfe with a railway-share ; 

They charmed it with smiles and soap. 

They shuddered to think that the chase might fail, 

And the Beaver, excited at last. 
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail. 

For the daylight was nearly past. 

'' There is Thingumbob shouting ! " the Bellman said. 

" He is shouting like mad, only hark ! 
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head, 

He has certainly found a Snark ! " 

A A 



I 78 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, 

They gazed in delight, while the Butcher exclaimed 

''He was always a desperate wagl" 
They beheld him — their Baker — their hero unnamed- 

On the top of a neighbouring crag, 

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time. 

In the next, that wild figure they saw 
(As if stung by a spasm) plunge into a chasm, 

While they waited and listened in awe. 

'' It's a Snark ! " was the sound that first came to 
their ears, 

And seemed almost too good to be true. 
Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers 1 

Then the ominous words " It's a Boo — " 

Then, silence. Some fancied they heard in the air 

A weary and wandering sigh 
That sounded like " — jum ! " but the others declare 

It was only a breeze that went by. 

They hunted till darkness came on, but they found 
Not a button, or feather, or mark, 




" THEN, silence' 



I 80 THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK. 

By which they could tell that they stood on 
the ground 
Where the Baker had met with the Snark. 

In the midst of the word he was trying to say, 
In the midst of his laughter and glee, 

He had softly and suddenly vanished away — 
For the Snark was a Boojum, you see. 



SIZE AND TEARS. 




When on the sandy shore I sit, 
Beside the salt sea- wave, 

And fall into a weeping fit 
Because I dare not shave — 

A little whisper at my ear 

Enquires the reason of my fear. 



1 82 SIZE AND TEARS. 

I answer " If that ruffian Jones 

Should recognise me here, 
He'd bellow out my name in tones 

Offensive to the ear : 
He chaffs me so on being stout 
(A thing that always puts me out)." 

Ah me ! I see him on the cliff! 

Farewell, farewell to hope, 
If he should look this way, and if 

He's got his telescope ! 
To whatsoever place I flee, 
My odious rival follows me ! 

For every night, and everywhere, 

I meet him out at dinner ; 
And when I've found some charming fair, 

And vowed to die or win her, 
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout) 
Is sure to come and cut me out ! 

The girls (just like them !) all agree 
To praise J. Jones, Esquire : 




U^'ih2±y- 



HES THIN AND I AM STOUT 



1 84 ^^ZE. AND TEARS. 

I ask them what on earth they see 

About him to admire ? 
They cry " He is so sleek and slim, 
It's quite a treat to look at him ! " 

They vanish in tobacco smoke, 

Those visionary maids — 
I feci a sharp and sudden poke 

Between the shoulder-blades — 
"Why, Brown, my boy! You're growing stout i' 
(I told you he would find me out !) 

" My growth is not your business, Sir ! " 

''No more it is, my boy! 
But if it's yours, as I infer, 

Why, Brown, I give you joy ! 
A man, whose business prospers so, 
Is just the sort of man to know ! 

"It's hardly safe, though, talking here — 

I'd best get out of reach : 
For such a weight as yours, I fear, 

Must shortly sink the beach!" — 



SIZE AND TEARS. 



185 



Insult me thus because I'm stout ! 
1 vow I'll go and call him out ! 




B B 



ATALANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN 



Ay, 'twas here, on this spot, 

In that summer of yore, 
Atalanta did not 

Vote my presence a bore, 
Nor reply to my tenderest talk "She had heard all that 
nonsense before." 



She'd the brooch I had bought 

And the necklace and sash on, 
And her heart, as I thought, 
Was alive to my passion ; 
And she'd done up her hair in the style that the 
Empress had brought into fashion. 



AT AL ANT A IN CAMDEN- TOWN. 



187 




I had been to the play 

With my pearl of a Peri — ■ 
But, for all I could say, 

She declared she was weary, 
That " the place was so crowded and hot, and she 
couldn't abide that Dundreary." 



Then I thought " 'Tis for me 

That she whines and she whimpers ! " 
And it soothed me to see 

Those sensational simpers, 



1 8 8 A TALANTA IN CAMDEN- TO WN. 

And I said " This is scrumptious ! " — a phrase I had 
learned from the Devonshire shrimpers. 

And I vowed '"Twill be said 

I 'm a fortunate fellow, 
When the breakfast is spread, 
When the topers are mellow, 
When the foam of the bride-cake is white, and the 
fierce orange-blossoms are yellow ! " 

that languishing yawn ! 
O those eloquent eyes ! 

1 was drank with the dawn 
Of a splendid surmise — 

I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a 
tempest of sighs. 

And I whispered "'Tis time! 
Is not Love at its deepest? 
Shall we squander Life's prime, 
While thou waitest and weepest? 
Let us settle it, License or Banns? — though undoubtedly 
Banns are the cheapest." 



A7\4LANTA IN CAMDEN-TOWN, 1 89 

''Ah, my Hero," said I,» 

" Let me be thy Leander ! " 
But I lost her reply — 

Something ending with "gander" — 
For the omnibus rattled so loud that no mortal could 
quite understand her. 



THE LANG COORTIN\ 



The ladye she stood at her lattice high, 
Wi' her doggie at lier feet ; 

Thorough the lattice she can spy 
The passers in the street. 

" There's one that standeth at the door, 

And tirleth at the pin : 
Now speak and say, my popinjay, 

If I sail let him in." 

Then up and spake the popinjay 
That flew abune her head : 

' Gae let him in that tirls the pin : 
He cometh thee to wed." 

O when he cam' the parlour in, 
A woeful man was he ! 



THE LANG COORTIN' 



91 




" And dinna ye ken your lover agen, 
Sae well that loveth thee ? '' 

"And how wad I ken ye loved me, Sir, 

That have been sae lang away? 
And how wad I ken ye loved me, Sir? 
Ye never telled me sae." 



Said — ''Ladye dear," and the salt, salt tear 
Cam' rinnin' doon his cheek, 

' I have sent thee tokens of my love 
This many and many a week. 



192 THE LANG COORTIN\ 

"■ O didna ye get the rings, Ladye, 

The rings o' the gowd sae fine ? 
I wot that I have sent to thee 

Four score, four score and nine." 

'' They cam' to me," said that fair ladye. 

" Wow, they were flimsie things ! " 
Said — "that chain o' gowd, my doggie to howd, 
It is made o' thae self-same rings." 

"And didna ye get the locks, the locks, 

The locks o' my ain black hair, 
Whilk I sent by post, whilk I sent by box, 
Whilk I sent by the carrier ? " 

*' They cam' to me," said that fair ladye ; 
" And I prithee send nae mair ! " 
Said — " that cushion sae red, for my doggie's head, 
It is stuffed wi' thae locks o' hair." 

''And didna ye get the letter, Ladye, 
Tied wi' a silken string, 
Whilk I sent to thee frae the far countrie, 
A message of love to bring?" 



THE LANG COORTIN'. 

*' It cam' to me frae the far countrie 
Wi' its silken string and a' ; 
But it wasna prepaid," said that high-born maid, 
'' Sae I gar'd them tak' it awa'." 

'' O ever alack that ye sent it back, 

It was written sae clerkly and well ! 
Now the message it brought, and the boon that it 
sought, 
I must even say it mysel'." 

Then up and spake the popinjay, 
Sae wisely counselled he. 
''Now say it in the proper way: 
Gae doon upon thy knee 1 " 

The lover he turned baith red and pale, 

Went doon upon his knee : 
*' O Ladye, hear the waesome tale 
That mu..t be told to thee! 

" For five lang years, and five lang years, 
I coorted thee by looks ; 
By nods and winks, by smiles and tears. 
As I had read in books. 

c c 



93 



194 



THE LANG COORTIN\ 

" For ten lang years, O weary hours ! 
I coorted thee by signs ; 
By sending game, by sending flowers, 
By sending Valentines. 

" For five lang years, and five lang years, 
I have dwelt in the far countrie, 
Till that thy mind should be inclined 
Mair tenderly to me. 

" Now thirty years are gane and past, 
I am come frae a foreign land : 
I am come to tell thee my love at last — 
O Ladye, gie me thy hand ! " 

The ladye she turned not pale nor red, 

But she smiled a pitiful smile : 
" Sic' a coortin' as yours, my man," she said 
•' Takes a lang and a weary while ! " 

And out and laughed the popinjay, 
A laugh of bitter scorn : 
" A coortin' done in sic' a way. 
It ought not to be borne!" 




AND OUT AND LAUc;HE-> "^HK 



popinjay' 



196 THE LANG C00RT1N\ 

Wi' that the doggie barked aloud, 

And up and doon he ran, 
And tugged and strained his chain o' gowd, 

All for to bite the man. 

" O hush thee, gentle popinjay ! 
O hush thee, doggie dear ! 
There is a word I fain wad say, 
It needeth he should hear ! " 

Aye louder screamed that ladye fair 
To drown her doggie's bark: 

Ever the lover shouted mair 
To make that ladye hark : 

Shrill and more shrill the popinjay 

Upraised his angry squall : 
I trow the doggie's voice that day 

Was louder than them all ! 

The serving-men and serfing-maids 

Sat by the kitchen fire : 
They heard sic' a din the parlour within 

As made them much admire. 




■O HUSH THEE, GENTLE POPINJAY !" 



igS THE LANG COORTIN\ 

Out spake the boy in buttons 
(I ween he wasna thin), 
*'Now wha will tae the parlour gae, 
And stay this deadlie din?" 

And they have taen a kerchief, 

Casted their kevils in, 
For wha should tae the parlour gae. 

And stay that deadlie din. 

When on that boy the kevil fell 
To stay the fearsome noise, 
"Gae in," they cried, "whate'tr betide, 
Thou prince of button-boys!" 

Syne, he has taen a supple cane 
To swinge that dog sae fat :* 

The doggie yowled the doggie howled 
The louder aye for that. 

Syne, he has taen a mutton-bane — 
The doggie ceased his noise. 

And followed doon the kitchen stair 
That prince of button-boys 1 




THE DOGGIE CEASED HIS NOISE 



200 THE LANG C OCR TIN'. 

Then sadly spake that ladye fair, 
Wi' a frown upon her brow : 
'' O dearer to me is my sma' doggie 
Than a dozen sic' as thou ! 

" Nae use, nae use lOr sighs and tears : 
Nae use at all to fret : 
Sin' ye 've bided sae well for thirty years, 
Ye may bide a wee langer yet ! " 

Sadly, sadly he crossed the floor 

And tirled at the pin : 
Sadly went he through the door 

Where sadly he cam' in. 

" O gin I had a popinjay 

To fly abune my head, 
To tell me what I ought to say, 
I had by this been wed. 

*' O gin I find anither ladye," 

He said wi' sighs and tears, 

" I wot my coortin' sail not be 
Anither thirty years : 



THE LANG COORTIN' 



20I 



' For gin I find a ladye gay, 

Exactly to my taste, 
I '11 pop the question, aye or nay, 

In twenty years at maist." 




D D 



FOUR RIDDLES. 



[These consist of two Double Acrostics and two Charades. 

No. I. was written at the request of some young friends, 
who had gone to a ball at an Oxford Commemoration — 
and also as a specimen of what might be done by making 
the Double Acrostic a connected poem instead of what it has 
hitherto been, a string of disjointed stanzas, on every con- 
ceivable subject, and about as interesting to read straight 
through as a page of a Cyclopaedia. The first two stanzas 
describe the two main words, and each subsequent stanza 
one of the cross " lights." 

No. II. was written after seeing Miss Ellen Terry perform 
in the play of " Hamlet." In this case the first stanza 
describes the two main words. 

No. III. was written after seeing Miss Marion Terry 
perform in Mr. Gilbert's play of "Pygmalion and Galatea." 
The three stanzas respectively describe "My First," "My 
Second," and " My Whole."] 

I. 

There was an ancient City, stricken down 

With a strange frenzy, and for many a day 
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town, 
And danced the night away. 



FOUR RIDDLES. 203 

I asked the cause : the aged man grew sad : 
They pointed to a building gray and tall, 
And hoarsely answered "Step inside, my lad, 
And then you '11 see it all." 



Yet what are all such gaieties to me 

Whose thoughts are full of indices and surds? 

^'-^ + 7^ + 53 

II 
3 * 

But something whispered " It will soon be done : 

Bands cannot always play, nor ladies smile : 
Endure with patience the distasteful fun 
For just a little while ! " 

A change came o'er my Vision — it was night : 

We clove a pathway through a frantic throng : 
The steeds, wild-plunging, filled us with affright : 
The chariots whirled along. 

Within a marble hall a river ran — 

A living tide, half muslin and half cloth : 
And here one mourned a broken wreath or fan, 
Yet swallowed down her wrath : 



204 FOUR RIDDLES. 

And here one offered to a thirsty fair 

(His words half-drowned amid those thunders tuneful) 
Some frozen viand (there were many there), 
A tooth-ache in each spoonful. 

There comes a happy pause, for human strength 

Will not endure to dance without cessation ; 
And every one must reach the point at length 
Of absolute prostration. 

At such a moment ladies learn to give, 

To partners who would urge them over-much, 
A flat and yet decided negative — 

Photographers love such. 

There comes a welcome summons — hope revives, 

And fading eyes grow bright, and pulses quicken; 
Incessant pop the corks, and busy, knives 

Dispense the tongue and chicken. 

Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again: 

And all is tangled talk and mazy motion — 
Much like a waving field of golden grain, 
Or a tempestuous ocean. 



FOUR RIDDLES. 205 

And thus they give the time, that Nature meant 

For peaceful sleep and meditative snores, 
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment 

And waste of shoes and floors. 

And One (we name him not) that flies the flowers, 

That dreads the dances, and that shuns the salads. 
They doom to pass in solitude the hours. 
Writing acrostic-ballads. 

How late it grows ! The hour is surely past 

That should have warned us with its double-knock ? 
The twilight wanes, and morning comes at last — 
"Oh, Uncle, what's o'clock?" 

The Uncle gravely nods, and wisely winks. 

It may mean much, but how is one to know? 
He opes his mouth — yet out of it, methinks, 
No words of wisdom flow. 



206 FOUR RIDDLES, 



II. 

Empress of Art, for thee I twine 

This wreath with all too slender skill. 

Forgive my Muse each halting line, 
And for the deed accept the will ! 



O day of tears ! Whence comes this spectre grim, 
Parting, like Death's cold river, souls that love ? 

Is not he bound to thee, as thou to him, 
By vows, unwhispered here, yet heard above ? 

And still it lives, that keen and heavenward flame, 
Lives in his eye, and trembles in his tone : 

And these wild words of fury but proclaim 
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone ! 

But all is lost ; that mighty mind o'erthrown, 
Like sweet bells jangled, piteous sight to see I 

** Doubt that the stars are fire," so runs his moan, 
" Doubt Truth herself, but not my love for thee ! " 



FOUR RIDDLES. 

A sadder vision yet : thine aged sire 

Shaming his hoary locks with treacherous wile ! 
And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar? 

And wilt thou die, that hast forgot to smile? 

Nay, get thee hence ! Leave all thy winsome ways 
And the faint fragance of thy scattered flowers : 

In holy silence wait the appointed days, 
And weep away the leaden-footed hours. 



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in. 

The air is bright with hues of light 

And rich with laughter and with singing : 

Young hearts beat high in ecstasy, 

And banners wave, and bells are ringing 

But silence falls with fading day, 

And there 's an end to mirth and play. 
Ah, well-a-day ! 

Rest your old bones, ye wrinkled crones ! 
The kettle sings, the firelight dances. 



2o8 FOUR RIDDLES. 

Deep be it quaffed, the magic draught 

That fills the soul with golden fancies ! 
For Youth and Pleasance will not stay, 
And ye are withered, worn, and gray. 
Ah, well-a-day ! 

O fair cold face ! O form of grace, 
For human passion madly yearning ! 

O weary air of dumb despair, 

From marble won, to marble turning ! 

''Leave us not thus!" we fondly pray. 

" We cannot let thee pass away ! " 
Ah, well-a-day ! 



IV. 

My First is singular at best : 

More plural is my Second : 
My Third is far the pluralest — 
So plural-plural, I protest 

It scarcely can be reckoned ! 



FOUR RIDDLES. 209 

My First is followed by a bird : 

My Second by believers 
In magic art : my simple Third 
Follows, too often, hopes absurd 

And plausible deceivers. 

My First to get at wisdom tries — 

A failure melancholy ! 
My Second men revered as wise : 
My Third from heights of M^isdom flies 

To depths of frantic folly. 

My First is ageing day by day : 

My Second's age is ended : 
My Third enjoys an age, they say. 
That never seems to fade away. 

Through centuries extended. 

My Whole? I need a poet's pen 
To paint her myriad phases : 

The monarch, and the slave, of men — 

A mountain-summit, and a den 
Of dark and deadly mazes — 

E E 



2 1 FO UK KIDDLES. 

A flashing light — a fleeting shade — 

Beginning, end, and middle 
Of all that human art hath made 
Or wit devised ! Go, seek /ler aid, 
If you would read my riddle ! 



FAME'S PENNY-TRUMPET. 



[Affectionately dedicated to all '• original researchers 
who pant for "endowment."] 

Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, 

Ye little men of little souls 1 
And bid them huddle at your back — 

Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals ! 

Fill all the air with hungry wails — 
"Reward us, ere we think or write! 

AVithout your Gold mere Knowledge fails. 
To sate the swinish appetite ! " 

And, where great Plato paced serene, 
Or Newton paused with wistful eye, 

Rush to the chace with hoofs unclean 
And Babel- clamour of the sty! 



2 1 2 FAME 'S PENNY- TR UMPE T, 

Be yours the pay : be theirs the praise : 
We will not rob them of their due, 

Nor vex the ghosts of other days 
By naming them along with you. 

They sought and lound undying fame : 
They toiled not for reward nor thanks : 

Their cheeks are hot with honest shame 
For you, the modern mountebanks ! 

Who preach of Justice — plead 'with tears 
That Love and Mercy should abound— 

While marking with complacent ears 
The moaning of some tortured hound : 

Who prate of Wisdom — nay, forbear, 
Lest Wisdom turn on you in wrath, 

Trampling, with heel that will not spare, 
The vermm that beset her path ! 

Go, throng each other's drawing-rooms, 

Ye idols of a petty clique : 
Strut your brief hour in borrowed plumes, 

And make your penny-trumpets squeak : 




GO, THRONG EACH OTHliK S DRAWING-KOOMS ' 



2 1 4 FAME 'S PENNY- TR UMPE T, 

Deck your dull talk with pilfered shreds 
Of learning from a nobler time, 

And oil each other's little heads 

With mutual Flattery's golden slime : 

And when the topmost height ye gain, 
And stand in Glory's ether clear, 

And grasp the prize of all your pain — 
So many hundred pounds a year — 

Then let Fame's banner be unfurled ! 

Sing Paeans for a victory won ! 
Ye tapers, that would light the world, 

And cast a shadow on the Sun — 

Who still shall pour His rays sublime. 
One crystal flood, from East to West, 

When ye have burned your little time 
And feebly flickered into rest ! 

THE END. 



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